Poetry

(Julia Vinograd’s publisher, Zeitgeist Press, is well worth a visit.) Anonymous Anonymous is dead.I heard the terrible soft soundof his fingers unclenching a fold of blanket like a cliff he…

There are a number of paradoxical parallels between medieval warfare and the waging of World War One. The art of the miner and sapper, once the standby of those who…

1 You are the most extraordinarily beautiful woman with the elongate lines of an African sculpture, slats, cylinders, bonded blocks, corners knocked off and rounded.|Actually, you’re a black woman in…

There is no God,
yet Angels stride
the emptiness of stars.

I am in an airport somewhere Northerly . . .