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First there was magic, incantation; pure bulls walking the walls of Lascaux, bull leapers in Knossus. Then worship, altars raised to heaven, to earth; Aphrodite sailing her shell-white body,...

With our cameras and crumpled clothes we wait for the bus. We rush to each “beauty spot” through narrow streets, observing signs whose alphabet we fail to comprehend. Pretty...

The alarm sinks its teeth into my ear. I drag out of our warm bed. Another winter day breaks in fragments of nightmare. The sun hasn’t shown, afraid to...

Nutshells on patched linoleum,cracks skipped overon the long sidewalk home,hide-and-go-seek gamewe stopped counting. Still sometimes we huntfor that small face,ragged sleeve abovea chapped hand.We search beneathdecayed porches, throughyards full...