Where I live, all roads lead to Boston. Forget Rome. Or so it seems.

I know there’s more to the world than New England.

My poems of Mediterraneo, for that matter, circle the sea that’s the belly of Europe and the roof of Africa.

You could start with Pharaoh, after all.

Or a camel.

Take a look … or a ride.


For these poems and more, visit Thistle/Flinch editions.


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