When – his money – her work – her devotion to art {The English version, though chronologically the first and perhaps freer of a foreigner’s faults, here follows the French, stanza by stanza. La version française, quoique écrit après l’anglais… Read More ›
A stumbling sonnet duet, for V.T. “Not these outward copies, But we combined, despite and all ready And by somehow just by ourselves Conversation stumbling While fingers softly curl Round these our gloved bodies Found, despite, deservedly Side… Read More ›
Two eggs sat poached on ham and toast, so pale and soft and tender, Tempura yellow just above: two breasts in a warm knit sweater. An innocent knife in the woman’s hand, it sliced and slit the gland –… Read More ›
In a new, provocative collection of essays, William Eaton, the author of Surviving the Twenty-First Century, shares the pleasures of questions, tastes, reading and more visual arts. That we are animals, that is as sure as ever. How savagely we… Read More ›
A sonnet for my nephew Dan and his younger generation By climate change our coffee beans find themselves threatened – The heat’s too oppressive; there’s no drying season. Thank God for new technology, for our innovations – The engines… Read More ›
