A Little Wine I remember you, Dario, courteous, long-faced croupier […]

Wherever man may go, by sea or land, under a […]

To Victor Hugo I It’s you, I’m thinking of, Andromache. […]

Remember that servant with the generous heart you were jealous […]

                              I Soon we shall plunge into the shadowy cold. […]

I haven’t forgotten our old house, so small and calm […]

Alice Pung, Her Father’s Daughter (Black Inc, 2011), 238 pages, […]

La mort des pauvres  C’est la Mort qui console, hélas! […]

The poet is a faker. And aren’t you,

pretending you have no hand in this verse?