I Fear

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Read MoreWhen my first book of poems came out in 1992, I learned what it could mean to be seen as a political poet for no other reason than because of who or what one is...
Read MoreGridlocked traffic, summer solstice, 9.15am. Upper deck 243, Dalston Junction to Goswell Road, who wouldn’t look down on this sort of commute?
Read MoreThe other day a card arrived: a picture of mother, father, and child, teeth bared, cheeks pulsing with fresh blood. The baby looks more like him, with that nearly translucent-white skin.
Read MoreIf, in the midst of this elated day, / someone took him aside with the stern warning, / Most of your life will not be like this morning...
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