I peel a pomegranate,Each aril a red scar,My home is overrun,The peril is not far. A......

Each arrest      may feellike a death knell,every baton wielded—the devil’s pitchfork, I put down the paper,look out,......

We have entered a house that floats on water.This is where we must live from now.We......

This journey, long and cold and endless. First, from Moscow on a packed train, with no......

(a tribute to the poetry of Alok Dhanwa) there are no poems forthe mother who didn’thave......

Hollowed and furious eyes from behind wrought-iron cage doors followed Yasmeen as she walked down the......

Six feet stuck outfrom the maroon quiltas Abba woke early,queued for rations.Amma polished our shoescombed our......

This city stretches tired legs, drapes curtainsof silence over those she disdains tonight. The candles are......

In King George Square, Brisbane a crowd of about fifty are gathered, many wearing sky blue.......

For Imroz Loosen the drawstrings of sorrow you clasp around that poem, my love...