Like enamelled lotus budsteeth vacate my gumsand mumble dully on my tongueuntil I spit them out:first only one, a wisdom tooth,gleams in my palm,a pale calyxunstained by tartar;others follow, bloodless, painless, yet th...

In the mountains north of Greece,an old and famous monastery;we talk to Father Sofronii,who dreams obsessively of flight:'I'm twenty-three.Here, people enter monasteriesfor three reasons -love of God;because their famil...

The fairest thing 'Some say the fairest thing upon the dark earthis a host of horsemen, and some say a cohort of foot-soldiers; yet others,a fleet of ships...'*For me, it is the vision of my daughter in her bridal gown, gli...