There is fire on the opposite shore. It is the ferryman burning his oars. There is clatter from the opposite shore. It is the ferryman dismantling boards to feed to the current. He knows what…
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Jésus Malverde
No one had seen him. They lifted a face from a televised lineup—statesman or actor, cosmeticized singer—then averaged the features and rendered an image in pastels on plaster. Chalked hominid shapes all over the city,…
Galileo in Arcetri
Ephemeris left open, transfixed by his blank gaze and one ancient ray arriving. Inside his blindness, a remembered sky: widdershins zodiac over the slanted campanile. The stones he’s thrown float up again, the vespers’ bells…