War came to Greece dressedas my great grandfatherwho must’ve started thisentanglement. Stationedin Rhodes, the Italian in merumbling in the belly, metallic blurs,screech of wind, watched the olive treesburn. Their flaming limbs walkingup peninsula to the tower.He watched bombs glideinto the stone, splatteringthe foundation, invoking a leanthen a crack, like rotten trunk,as the lantern sank into... Continue Reading →

We paddled into a night tide that never wanted us.For three hours, we duck-dived and turtle rolledpopping up for air amidst the salt-foam.The beach turning black as the sun lost its wayon some Western mission. This was good.It meant the Atlantic was ours, at least for a whileand so we took it, digging our handsswiftly... Continue Reading →

The grove never wanted sonsbut it bore them anyways. Threeof them—the youngesthugged the tree, looked upinto the verdant prism,asked the oldest whatthe fruit was, but he didn’tknow. So they climbedspindled branches, scrapingtheir arms, until they werein the center of it. They eachplucked a sphere, palmed it,turned it over in their hands,waited for it to crack... Continue Reading →