Alitheia The Greek truth –is it not every man’s truth,that the written word of the poetin its finality, will be,as we will come to know it,our only trusted ally? … War (her) bitten fingernails reap the scalp,religiously peeling at raw skin. Bloodfalls, like pellets into winter water. as a day ages, its waste journeys down…

Maria        Dear old man, why do you sit alonereflecting on a war fought long ago on the young girlwho spent with you those last few daysleaving you with the promise of a kisson your return. Did you not find solacein the woman who later bore your childrenas you scratch your head in grief… With a…