“Watching the smoke that spills from the compound windows
Darken to a sightless black, and billow up like a swelling belly
One can almost hear the held-breath of onlookers,
The wind-carried curses and mutters, tiny prayers”
Three poems. “Siege” was inspired by footage of an armed stand-off which ended badly. “Glass Eye” and “Dogs Die In Hot Cars” are about small, disturbing moments. Published in an online broadsheet supplement to Agenda magazine. Read online here.