The TV’s neutral male voiceover covers what we love about Egypt and their pharaohs: house-sized rocks that formed the pyramids dropped in place without machine, sentries to this day guarding the embalmed dead, the slight queen’s beauty and betrothal to […]
She dressed in a hurry or perhaps never wore a slip. The photo the press loved: a girl in a skirt, distance between her thighs backlit by the sun, a circle of children in her care …
Nefertiti on the Astral I did what I came to do. Dead, I have the luxury to know: the locus of power is not the body, though how lovely: my daughter’s daughter’s etc., daughter, sitting beside the …
Blood-wing blackbird, deserting again the nest of spice, to burn, in the circle of my domain: the open miles of sky, my body—and edges of a stranger’s forged wings--meeting at the cusp of dawn, valves sweetening.... Amelia, the photo …