Duty at Mekong Delta

by LindaAnn Loschiavo

Originally published on October 1, 2001

They’re white as rice that wasn’t thrown at us.  His stack of letters (nineteen-sixty-eight’s  Mail, barely legible) was saved, penned straight,  Not far from enemy lines. Infamous:  The Mekong Delta, toured by curious  Loved ones, prepared to demonstrate  Our grief, disarm now, do what liberates,  Surrendering to the incongruous.  His presence here seems reconstructed as [...]

Vulcan & Venus

by LindaAnn Loschiavo

Originally published on May 1, 2000

The first time he saw Venus Vulcan loved. She was a flower, petals arching back, Intent on showing off its pollen tease. Without her in his life he”d be a dead sea That”s drying up. Without her as his wife, The god of fire suspects he will amount To merely supervisor of the clowns. His [...]