Justin C McIntosh has given his permission for his photograph above to be used for the cover of a long Turkish poem by Cahit Koytak, now published as a book with an English translation alongside. I am proud to have been one of the translators… Continue reading Despatches to my Gazan Son
What is God, after all ?
If maggots in a dead dog
be but God kissing carrion,
what then is not
And when the war began
it seemed that the poles
of the universe were cracking
and the whole
must… Continue reading Shavings from The Rainbow
In his grief, he asked the angel hanging overhead,
his faceless confessor :
Why, Lord, do sinners’ ways so grossly prosper ?
How can you allow the Lie so fatly to preside ?
And the angel answered :
I invited you to my feast,
my laden tables… Continue reading The Angel Overhead
After death the eye fixes
of course. It was just a part –
Each pupil has stopped
in its own disjointed way
to look at any more
no one to show.
I looked at her, the mother
of my children.
She… Continue reading Body Parts
Here below are links to four poems. Each was written in a language spoken by people Mr Trump wants to ban from the United States of America. Please read them. The non-English original texts all have good English translations alongside.
Kindness Embodied Persian Khoi
from If I
Three of them. I haven’t yet found a way of actually displaying them as a post here, though it’s easily done on Facebook.
But this link takes you to a pdf version : Sad Songs of the Brain
Why the paltry brain, the paltry individual ? Why “in here” where the brain… Continue reading Sad Songs of the Brain
I remember how I sat, even. Bunched.
There was nothing to hold on to
except my own flesh and the strong
bones inside. I’d never been
conscious of my bones before
(except when I broke them).
Everything in my world around
was either in shreds… Continue reading Bones
My brain is a mansion
large as the world.
Past my own borders
I feel nothing
as if there were no outside.
But when I wander
the rooms of my brain
I get lost
and each door I open
in my wanderings… Continue reading Dirge for the Race 2017