Angela Veronica Wong: Three Poems
When Elsa is angry she forgets about / stairs, about spiders about veins and / blood about time about coronations / about drunkenness. 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
Octaves Later
Beyond / the nerve tonic / I came up rather quickly / now it’s a way of saying something / as if another century had passed More
Wide Enough
wasn’t crossing the / fence line a bird / that wasn’t perched / in the magnolia More
I Can’t Be Responsible For All That’s Behind Me
That is the mind I am talking about. / That wind that fire that way of saying / something so unlike anything as familiar / as a hand, a… More
I Drink Bronze Light
Great American summer lakes/ right now I am flying above you / through a rare cloudless transparent sky / back to the city where it is always / cold… More
Four Poems from China Cowboy
Did I go? The little girl looks at the warped photograph of herself in the toilet on the Star Ferry surveys the short hair she cut herself the image… More
The Garden of Earthly Delights
Your / Kisses / Your / Sky / Your / Darkness / Your / Sky More
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