Tango
My wristband tight as a tourniquet,…
In ancient Rome, feast days were indicated on the calendar by red letters. To my mind, all poetry and art serves as a reminder that every day we wake together beneath the sun is a red-letter day. —Steven Ratiner
Lamp-black for letters,light sinking before him,no wonder the monk believedthe world would endin a whisper of fire.Under the nib, the vellumflexed like a woman’s soft arm,the Gospels an elaborate tattoo.In the cemetery, the stoneslay strewn like petals in moonlight. Now we admire it under glassand light candles onlyfor romance or hurricanes.We trim black wick and…
the villas, sister, are all empty—on a spring ray, like on a spit…