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Octavian Love Letters

Hail. Everybody hail Augustus. Augustus, who didn’t need glasses; Augustus, my friend. Augustus and I haven’t spoken in ten years, and he is not missing.  * Augustus was all this and he was no dream.  I saw him, was with him. Augustus, does he notice me? Something dark rustles and shakes the bushes. We don’t […]

Fiction

Makrocosmos III Music for a Summer Evening

Even then, we were cold. Joseph knew it so he started a fire in the basement after dinner, our whole family watching The Godfather. We are sailing from under the ship’s deck, the furnace room. His head and eyelids bobbing as a needle with a thread, stitching in the points of light—the eleven stars, the […]

Poetry