This Could Be Ireland Through Which Im Passing
On a train journey from Macedonia into Serbia back in 2010, at the border crossing we entered the Presevo Valley. Reflecting on …
The Fall of the Germans of Vrsac
The Banat Germans dispapperaered after WWII. From forced migration to revenge attacks, only a small minority remain, often hiding among repectable minorities …
Visiting a Church at Vršac
This poem was written visiting Serbia for the first time nearly ten years ago now, if not more… It stands there like …
Girl in Black, Child on a Swing
Shes young herself, not yet twenty Or at least she looks so to me And swings her child upon a swing And …
Kid in a Cart in Kosovo
This poem is a few years old. To this day, there are still Roma, Egyptian and Ashkali families in lead polluted homes, …
Saint Theodore of Vrsac
Under the Holy Flag of Saint Sava Six hundred villages united, strong Rose under Theodor, for freedom to strike Living under the …
Few Turks in This Town Anymore
Few Ottomans are in Knes Selo That once ruled here before The call to prayer does not ring Around these hills anymore …
A Woman Sweeping, Passed By A Poet
Her back to me as I passed by Her doorstep by her swept By a handbroom without a long handle Her home …
Pannonia in Peace and War
These plains wide watered By seasons rains from the sky Bringing life to earth. These plains wide watered By mans blood shed …
Love of God – Hatred of Fellow Man
Monasteries in Kosovo hold some of the most militant churchmen, who pray to the God of love, and then preach war and …
Two Words Between Strangers
“Dobar dan” said I to a stranger As at me the old man stared In a Calvin Klien T-Shirt that screamed AMERICA!!!! …
The Fields of Vojvodina
The fields of Vojvodina are as flat as the world is round A fairer land bar Ireland is rarer to be found… By …
All Gone… Home?
While on holiday in Serbia, in Banat our car drove through village, and we were told it was once a totally German …
The Long Acre
A trains stopped, a dead cow on the trackway And children crying herding more And I woken from my reverie I enjoyed …