In No Other Rome, the title's "o"s are islands (wholes) or holes, lacunae, apertures through which we view the past or future. The poems in this collection engage contemporary art and Modern literature, alongside texts from Classical Greece and Rome, in an embodied, intertextual worry. The poems ask what lasts—"please last"—and what might be the last (or, with an "o," "lost,") "time," "auk," or "breath" as we move away from twentieth-century concerns into an unpredictable future. When there is no Planet B, no other Troy to burn, these elegies, love poems, and meditations seek a song that could "in singing, change the seen."