I'm standing in a field in Italy.
A hot summer's day.
Crows. Tractors.
Poplars lining a river.
Clods and stubble at my feet.

Read A Field in Italy

Late spring, the bougainvilleas
in lank, thorn-spined clusters
of purple, crimson and orange
sprout in Grahamstown's streets.

Read Bougainvillea

What mattered most
at Kariega

wasn't just the dune-bush,
the sightings
through branches of sea;

Read Kariega Metaphors