Michael March was born in 1946 in New York — a time when the Cold War swung low over blue alligator sewers — and the gods retained life in their own keeping.
He is the author of five collections of poetry: Goya, When She Danced, Disappearance, Only a Promise, and The Way Back.
“Without poetry — there would be chaos. Dogs bark at strangers — but these are the loved roads.”
Michael March lives in Prague.
Only a promise You fell through yourself what was known the war flickered in the evening sky Her hand was warm what were her words not for us not for us Floating face down &ldqu...
In the Vienna Writers' Festival, Michael March talks to Ahdaf Soueif about the war in Iraq and the west's view of Islam. Guardian Monday April 25, 2005. Michael March: Your recent collec...
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