Poems

When my Nanna left the Earth, she turned into a lavender bush. Lavender can weather storms.Calm in chaos, she self-seeds, finding the space to grow,She sighs, she smiles, and she...

Figs delight wasps and wasps adore figsThey see her, desire herFresh and soft. Luscious and pink. Flesh that is so fertile.Wasps begin to danceShe draws a crowd and soon,Groping hands...

It took me 5 years to sit in my own backyard and listen to the orange tree. The rented quarter-acre block, now a dying breed, gave me the space, the...

Tribal knowledgeBrings claims from ancient landsHere, once stood a grove.Not just of orange fruit but of ancestors who playedTheir drums. They spoke to Night stars. To the Sun who becameA...

I am on a motorbike with him and we cruise mountainsI am spellbound, transported by the vast orange groves of Crete which lay below.I ponder my safety with this strangerBut...