Two poems from Neil Ellman

PlagueIt came   little hands   little eyes   little feetthe tiny dragonin dreams it grew wingsbreathed fire   green scalescoming with the moonmy dreammore than the fog   carries the deadwherever they...

Mark Granier's 'New York Stopover'

New York Stopover, 1966for my mother At 93, she recalls what I don’t: steam blooming from pavements – (loud crack in the afternoon and immediately  the steep up-and-down wail of American sirens, faces half-borrowed from movies: the lean dark-haired man...