Monthly Archives: January 2015

Another sort of fairy tale

A STORYTELLER The path was well-lit, dry. No thorns or flies or stinging brambles that might trap her feet. The word most often used of her was sweet. She knew the girl who disobeys soon dies. Orchids smelled lush and … Continue reading

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And this one translates because the Romans were just as huge snobs as us

CATULLUS 84 ‘Arry ‘as ‘is own langwidge. ‘E will say An hambush for example, and look proud, sure that ‘e ‘as it right. Will say things loud and say them at each hoppurtunitay. I blame ‘is kin. ‘is n uncle, … Continue reading

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Not sure where this came from

A MARRIAGE She guessed her husband had unlocked the chest in which she kept her private secret things. She’d put her past behind. She wore two rings a wedding ring, a mourning ring. The best is never perfect and her … Continue reading

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This one was just a fragment

After CATULLUS 2B I throw these poems underneath her feet that she might pause and read them as I chase Her. otherwise I could not win this race, from love would die. Poems like apples sweet and firm and golden. … Continue reading

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Not one of his better poems…

CATULLUS 86 I will admit that Quintia is tall, quite shapely and with pale translucent skin. There’s many think she’s beautiful. I’m in a smaller group who don’t think that all. True beauty is not ticked off on a list … Continue reading

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A productive evening, though I should be working on the novel

CATULLUS 116 I’ve tried to find a cool and tactful way to get you off my case. Perhaps to send Callimachus’s works, just like a friend would do. I’ve been obsessed with this all day. His family were founders of … Continue reading

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To cheer myself up

NIGHTHAWKS WITH TAPIR It’s that same damn noir bar. The coffee’s hot though foul. The juke-box swallows my last dime plays what I didn’t ask for half the time. Some damn saxophonist. I’m really not happy he brings me here.The … Continue reading

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