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The last reticent wisp of a Roman breeze blustering behind me -- sunset almost at hand -- the crux of this long-ago decision clutches th..

Dawn twice betided that doomsday morning;conventionally with a c**k’s crow -- thenwithout warning, three hours later, when Hades unleashed th..

'companion to Adam"

‘You come to Rome to look for Rome …’ Lowell’s bright-eyed ghost of a line whispers. The eternal city, dressed for ..

Other, more hazy historians write with one eye open, eager to retell what they may have gleamed from turning over pages, digging throug..

Ignorance inferred innocence. A gleeful God, nose in air, pottering about the garden, yawning over supine stones, blotting up meaningless sp..

The sons of David much like the Arabs, not of us, but awfully close -- akin to being at the tail end of an ethereal game of telephone. T..

Ah, Thebes, the city of countless contradictions. Amun-Ra’s Glass & Gold confectionary, temple of light, perpetually under siege, be-chok..

Those early poets scribbling lines in blood on rock and leaf -- left nothing to doubt or interpretation. The gods, they knew, were fickl..

Dante’s shade cast an uneasy shadow over these immutable hills last night. Everywhere we meandered, paused to dally, Hades’ ..