From Nuntius vol. VI, no. 3, May 1932. Homer by Katherine D. Schmidt, Gamma As one who marks the rosy-fingered Dawn Sweep back the eastern curtain of the day; As one who travels over Phoebus’ way, Or dwells with those the gods have smiled upon; As one who sails upon unvintaged…
by Tara Martin Haec epistula // est mea mi composuit idem haud orbi. Dicere fama quae natura atque animo pio. Palmis nuntius eius et creditur tuitis neque. Mei — Pectus — ob eam viri iudicateve leniter. deus invidus est enim. observare ita non cum eo vult ut ludere nolimus alter…
by Angela Pitts There you stand, a surfeit of language confounded into silence, like a chasm of sound in the abyss of night, once a chorus of whippoorwills, enchanting itself, until suddenly overawed by unknown footsteps. You do not recognize her standing before you, against all odds, in the light…
by J. Garvey So for three years she was secret in her design, convincing the Achaians, but when the fourth year came with the seasons returning, one of her women, who knew the whole of the story, told us. Wise Penelope was weaving her intricate shroud with intent, unknown to…