Between Empires: the reissue

Ten years ago, almost to the day, I spent three weeks travelling in the USA, the UK and Germany. During that time I wrote a series of poems, entitled Between Empires. While many of these poems have been published individually, the collection itself has until now remained secret.

Thomas Pynchon & America

You remain the least of their paranoid worries, smouldering up the Hudson flowing grey hair. They paid for tips once; now change is loose, vengeance. Cold uniformed stares outside exits and gas stations. Over platforms red numbers, an eye for…