Poetry
Your Eight Storied Heaven
Dante’s book is where we left it. / Not even the wind turns its pages. / I wanted to be limpid / so you could be perfect / / and I...
the well-wishers
It’s come to this – an empty house; / a bag of cupcakes from teenage girls / (so neighbourly, so young) / blowing smoke into their hands – / our lakes now...
mount merapi: yogyakarta, java, Indonesia
“Here,” he says, “this is where you may see / Gunung Merapi” The Burning Mountain. / The volcano looms in steam and sulphurous mist. / / The sun rainbows drifting clouds....
romania, sideways
supposedly, we all come with / hair clean, combed free of nits. / don't share towels, she warns, / everything is contagious. / sheets, pillows, children– / all need to be cleaned...
at doi suthep
Green porcelain gleam / of Naga’s scales along a balustrade, / garudas craning skyward from a tiered roof. / / Plop of ripe jackfruit on the terrace / / Near...
hotel room, madrid
We leave behind a language, travel back / to where her name began, a country split / in dialect she never learned to speak. / / I want to smoke a...
the great northern poem
has not been written. No, but it is here. It’s there, North of your first breath, North of your / free speech. North of going bald or being blind. North of crumpled...
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doggerel
another summer’s scorching dog day afternoon / i’m watching the dogs of war and hounds of hell / in their bloody dog-fights / chase the tail of some flea-ridden mongrel country /...
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Thirty Five
knows it’s / odd, / / / longs to become three dozen / doughnuts for the office do / eggs for the wedding breakfast / poems by Garrison Keillor /...