she is a forest that goes on for miles and miles
she is fog tinged with musk of spring wet

Death is always with me, at my elbow
sporting a jaunty beret and a fake French accent;
at dinner,

And therefore, whensoever death shall close my eyes,
I charge you thus to solemnize

translated from the Greek anthology

Kiss my ass, world, after I’m dead and gone.
No reason I

Three score and ten –
and then?

after the Latin of Catullus

The Volusian “Saga of Rome”
has a place in every home,
since “The