Paprika by Alan Bern At the very back of our ancient Frigidaire is a little bag made of white cotton; the red letters on it spell Paprika. Sweet, we remember. I rarely see the bag—for fifteen years it’s sat there following our Budapest trip. Annie, your brain’s...
suckerfish mutualist By Alan Bern when I ride our Devil Ray with a Remora partner down we travel our suction increasing as we descend what a fabulous spinplunge down beside rocky Sea Mounts unlike those skyview dreamtrips this view is open water and when we reach...
in memory of Manlio Rossi-Doria, 1905-1988, anti-fascist prisoner of Mussolini, agricultural economist, and senator Manlio, welcome back, Bud, your skull from the wall out to my elbow, you were short, Bud, in dreamed quatrains, I’ve missed you these three decades...
1315, Master of Saint Cecelia San Francesco, you are so small,head in a simple halohands pierced in prayer upto Maria and her one son.As a toddler, Gesú is a small adultholding a colored birdmaking a two-fingered signacross her bosomy chest. • Francesco, holding the...
