Sabine Miller
Eight Years a Wanderer
Helen of Troy
the metaphor that launched
a thousand metaphors
He doesn’t need a home; he is a one-strike poem, now the oil lamp that lights the faces of a coven of priests, now the priest healing bodies with the precision of a diamond cutter. He is the body diamond.
I am a potter’s oven, a nightly oil massage, a candle that attracts moths to be eaten by a lizard, a bird with a silk scarf wearing away stone. My face has no sway with ships. And I have been traveling on the back of a tortoise, apparently without guidance from the warrior goddess.
floating house...
Odysseus plants
a mangrove seed
About the Author
Sabine Miller has settled in Northern California after a pandemic tour of Arizona and Southern California. She writes songs, long poems, and short poems and combinations of all three. Her latest publication, Cairns, is available as an e-book at Half Day Moon Press.