Hide the Poor

As clansmen make laws / the country makes heaps / their kings and governors / proclaim franking / to be among / the inalienable rights / They burn youths… More

How Should I Look?

Would you prefer I meet your expectations, / Grasp your neck with yellow-clawed fingers, / tobacco-stained tips squeezing off your airway, / Sour breath tinged with yeasty fumes of… More

Little Lady of My Heart

Shoe polish before / News from home / Up to the drawn- / In knee where your / Eye socket trusts / Off-shade / On purpose, don’t / They… More

John Reed: Two Sonnets

The truth is, I only tell 13 lies. / Lie no. 2: I lie in praise of heaven. / Three: this is between just the two of us.… More

Three Poems from Empire

How might it feel to be forced to drink molten gold? / The hardening from the inside would kill you almost instantly / When the gold was poured /… More