In the Displacement Camp You sit there and look at me. In that look is all of life, pared down to the eyes of one woman who sits on the...

I did not enter cuffed blindfolded eyes taped under sunglasses I did not wear the clothes stripped from corpses rank with electric sweat...

If Abe Lincoln came back to life he'd lose. The American people I have made great again are fed up of this down home Honky Tonk crew...

To Settle He’s young A boy, really Sweat makes the fabric cling To muscles It could be that his torso is strapped With explosives Or that...

NIMISHA MENON Empty cartridges lay strewn across the bloodied garden. 1650 bullets were spent on 1516 unarmed civilians. It didn’t take...

Our men and boys who left us left their fields, their shops, their trades left their families and loved ones left this village, left...

On YouTube a 60’s newsreel. A black and white Dunoon. A smartly dressed Ban the Bomber waves a To Hell with Polaris placard reminding us...

Their late blooming spears spill from my beds reliable as the poppy pinned to your coat well into November leave ointment pink medals...

Rectangle of grey-green grass and memory Holding 273 years of myth between its fingertips Its air calling to us: Lingering war-cries mix...

Mohammed scrunches his eyes to gaze at the forever blue of the sky above the razor wire fence he can feel his quickening breath, moisten...