So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in her yellow room and won’t come out. […]

  That sail which leans on light, tired of islands, a schooner beating up the Caribbean for home, could be Odysseus, home-bound on the Aegean; that father and husband’s longing, under gnarled sour grapes, is like the adulterer hearing Nausicaa’s name in every gull’s outcry. This brings nobody peace. The ancient war between obsession and [...]