https://www.litoriapress.com/poetry-for-the-planet-anthology
On the first of May Harvesting season tobacco auctions and workers grateful for the gathering
A siren blasts from the rusted fac… below the tobacco-coloured iron ro… sorting and packing inside with minutes in between, whistles and horns from a train
In the depth of winter greyness bare vines grown old with the weig… forgotten for as long as young min… seen only in memories of old men a… collecting their fruit
There is something about a soft M… before it is time for sunset still warm enough though it will n… green all around refusing to drop
that drunken feeling as the world floats by warmth laps sweetly preparing the maiden with oils and perfumes
Is the green and bronze moon you painted in oils over dark and tawny mountains and cloud covered snow peaks an impression of nebra sky disk?
We’ll never forget songs sung in days listening enthralled, delighted with whispered answers near dawn paired honeyeaters waiting
May Day but no maypole here trees cut down as soon as they hav… like young virgins unfrocked ravaged destroyed