Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Colored Birds Chirping


Lying next to each other after we made love, she told me about the operation and how the blood flowed weakly through her body. Her eyes lit up as though she was remembering a boy who’d died at war, and I saw you, my brother, in bed surrounded by colored birds chirping.



from my book Holy Land

Monday, October 12, 2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Ross Brighton




Introducing Ross Brighton (New Zealand Poet-Critic-Blogger)

Monday, October 5, 2009