Glasgow Sonnet i - by
A mean wind wanders through the backcourt trash.
Hackles on puddles rise, old mattresses
puff briefly and subside…
housing estates
My Grandmother’s Houses - by
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/ She is on the second floor of a tenement.
/ From her front room window you see the cemetery.
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/ Her bedroom is my…
Listen. Put on morning - by
Listen. Put on morning.
/ Waken into falling light.
/ A man’s imagining
/ Suddenly may inherit
/ The handclapping centuries
/ Of his one minute on earth.
/ And hear the…
Second Lives - by
Leaves turn sere and there are bings
/ from networks stretching in through the window:
/ you could tiptoe now among the stubby thumbs…
La banlieue… - by
La banlieue, c’est pareil. L’espace, l’espace tue.
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/ On est debout à l’arrêt du bus. On attend le car. Autour
/ il y a…