by Ann Landi | Dec 18, 2017 | Poetry
By Leslie Ullman (from Natural Histories) After “L’Acropole,” by Paul Delvaux First he noticed my face, he said. At a distance the bones surfaced, they split the light into pools of no light and my hair, he said, so colorless yet full of breath. He would walk into...
by Ann Landi | Sep 3, 2017 | Poetry
By Joan Roberta Ryan (After Caravaggio’s self-portrait as Bacchus, in the Galleria Borghese) No wine, and the fruit is scant, softening grapes to hold, and barely a bunch for the table, peaches too hard to ripen, and not a leaf among them. I pull a strand of ivy...
