by phoenix | Sep 3, 2004 | Poetry, Uncategorized
for my grandfather, Sydney Levine, on the night of his death In the end, his bird-like hands Clutched to his chest, skin like vellum. It is on that parchment we write our stories, On this man we weave our tales. He is our silent audience, breath shallow,...
by phoenix | Aug 18, 2004 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Now I know how 100,000 bodies look Buried in soft ground; or at least I know their shape, How much land they fill. I know that grass Grows greener with humans as fertiliser. I am haunted by the curve of souls, the twist of necks...
by phoenix | Oct 18, 2003 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Coming back I wonder where Home is. I have official stamps From thieves to say Enter, Stay. I want to ask Aunty Sue, how do I Apply for a passport, from you? We came from China, from Russia, Ukraine, Poland, Germany, Czech; from...
by phoenix | Sep 5, 2003 | Poetry, Uncategorized
It is only just september and already leaves turn golden, orange and fall next to green apples, tart in the ukrainian sunlight outside the window the wall of a metal train carriage white number 406354 before we slowly glide soundlessly away....
by phoenix | Sep 4, 2003 | Poetry, Uncategorized
rocking of the train lurches from kiev to bratislava, through wet forest. this journey is odyssean, unfastened. i have swallowed the world and lost sight of land. i can hardly remember where I began. this headache must be...
by phoenix | Sep 2, 2003 | Poetry, Uncategorized
i reasons to die: jewish, intellectual, queer refuses to bow to authority. whoever’s calling the shots, i’m a goner ii forget forced marches: my lame leg would get me shot within forty paces iii news from siberia: the latvians...
