Poetry Ptuesday: The Morning after I Killed Myself by Meggie Royer

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice

Poetry Ptuesday – Sculptor of Tyana by Cavafy (Translated by Rae Dalven)

“They must be made so light that / their bodies, their feet, must clearly show / they do not tread the earth, but run on the sea.