Elba International Poetry Festival, June 2022, Isle of Elba (Italy)
The following is a poem about and against Caporalato, the modern slavery in the Italian countryside, where migrants - men and women - pick up fruit and vegetables, especially the Red Gold - tomatoes - in terrible conditions. Many are victims of physical and sexual violence, many die of heart attacks due to the hard conditions in which they are kept and work. Nobody knows their names or knows they’re working there. This has been going on for years and years.
THE SUN KISSES THE PRETTIEST
The sun kisses the prettiest.
It’s an Italian saying
3 euros per hour, 12 hours per day
The red-gold burning in his ears
between the toes, up the ass
Picking tomatoes 7 days a week
bent and burnt
crashing in the shack with a stroke.
The red-mud boss’ boots
pushed him down the creek at noon
before stripping his poor pendant.
The sun kisses the prettiest.
The following was written in 2015. Since then I have always read this poem at festivals or poetic events.
Kurdish people are still oppressed, imprisoned, extradited, killed. Until this stops, I will go on reading this and other poems of mine to support their struggle.
to Kurdish women fighting Daesh
August 3rd 2014, systematic rape of 3thousand Yazidi Kurdish Women
On the liquor stores they destroy
they spray the name of the caliph
with drugs and booze in their pockets.
We’re all running to Mount Shingal
NO water\food\shelter from the West.
Up here the only plant is Tiny
Some humans are more humans than others.
Some women are less people than others.
I left Germany to go back to my homeland
We all live for our dead women
take up arms\philosophy\politics.
You don’t protect us, we self\defend EachOther.
Until yesterday I had to stay home waiting to be married
Waiting for Western help.
I laid out my braid on her and said:
I’ll come, I’ll see, I’ll conquer
I leave you the rose from that tiny plant on Shingal
a Rose has thorns, not to attack,
but to defend.
IT’S HONEY, DARLING!
We’ve killed all the Bees.
Now – as we’re the smartest on earth
at the same time once a month
we all stand outside tongue out
to lick one drop of acid rain
and imagine it’s honey
And now for something completely different. A love poem to Alexandra.
the door is ajar
I shut it
to let you finally sleep
while I behind it
am swinging along
with your dormant stag
You can read some praise and comments to my poems here: praise
From the Acknowledgements page of gulp\gasp, out in autumn 2022, published by Moria Poetry, Chicago, USA
"I would like to thank all the publishers and directors of
Abridged, Giallo, the Sub-Saharan Magazine, the BeZine, Opiate Magazine, Bridgewater International Poetry Festival,
New Orleans Poetry Festival, Elba Poetry Festival, Concision Poetry,
the Lit Quarterly Canada, Sonder Magazine, Prismatica, Ice Floe Press, 845 Press, Best Buds Collective, Tipping the Scales, Global Poemic, Floresta, Versante Ripido, Clay Literary, the Confessionalist, the Elpis Page, Coal Lick Run, the Dreaming Machine, Forever Endeavour, Letters with Wings, Wine Cellar Press, Tint Journal,
Vagabond Press, Poetry Health Service, and UK Places of Poetry."
You can buy the book here: gulp\gasp