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