The Epic Cycle, by Lanah Koelle

Cypresses: Three poems by Carol Rumens

Cypresses for Greg Nagy   Slim shadows, ragged, slightly deformed, not tall, they were green young athletes once, who, lacking physique and horse-sense, killed themselves when they jumped on the turn in the chariot-race. And now they wait for the ferry, puzzling where between life and death they are, almost persuaded they’ve hit the ground running.     Anisychia   Death’s little wild friend, chattering Anisychia, already my courier, pushing… Read more

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