As if ten thousand hours could be done in eight days, two lovers’ rendezvous would then commonplace find in the perfection of the Art. Hippocrates’…
If the renaissance preferred eclectic, then modernity panders asklepian rites for private practice in antisepsis. A goat for a worm, a pig for a snake:…
Unnamable presence, immersed in my skin yet sinking, learning how the presented tint will ease our new mercy, tout our next win in a game…
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over…
She sits naked on a rock a few yards out in the water. He stands on the shore, also naked, picking blueberries. She calls. He…
LOVE, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die,– Oh, heavy prince! O, panderer of hearts!–…