POETRY THURSDAY: Stuff I found going through old email. From Sappho. (The poetry, that is, not the email.)
with his venom
irresistible
and bittersweet
that loosener
of limbs, Love
reptile-like
strikes me down
AND
it is clear now:
neither honey nor
the honey-bee is
to be mine again
AND
If you are squeamish
don’t prod the
beach rubble