In honour of World Bee Day. Repost of: lament for a lost _uzz (1) and (2)

(1) I have loved the smell of flowers the nectar taste of ripened fruit an apple a pear straw_erries with cream _uttery canola spread on pumpkin-_read toast then _reakfast yellow-_ox or Tasmanian leatherwood honey dripped slowly from my knife onto the _read the mead cakes my grandma _aked were to swoon for and vanilla was … Continue reading In honour of World Bee Day. Repost of: lament for a lost _uzz (1) and (2)

enter a crab (for Magdalena)

Re-posting this piece for Mother's Day. A companion piece is of lying still and colour. ~~~~~~~~~~ it’s disturbing I didn't think that I . . . I never thought that she . . . don't suppose I really ever thought at all now I can't stop chasing thoughts around and around to nowhere ~ never … Continue reading enter a crab (for Magdalena)

Mouquet Farm (1) a corpse : a crop

what is the sound of the naked earth can you hear the horizon line sticks sticks that were a forest once sticks these sticks that were a home ghosts and brown water fill the shell holes ghosts and bones and rising smoke plough this field a crop of corpse plough it smooth when war has … Continue reading Mouquet Farm (1) a corpse : a crop