Iphigenia’s Womb written by: Eric Robert Nolan @ericrnolan1   Once I knew a girl Whose porcelain upturned face Beseeched the passing sky. I burned her. I had to – every ship failed to sail Against Troy – the Gods-confounded winds beached each. I, Agamemnon, made my choice. And it was predictable. We men Burn our beauty before us. Her fair hair fell aside Of her inquiring upturned look. “Father,” she implored – just that one word: “Father.” The flames first … Continue reading Iphigenia’s Womb