I fell into the sky of Knysna when it opened I love being wet and, for a while, being part of this town; cold yet safe, in vacuum yet liberated, one part of its 80,000 …surprisingly alive! I’m a cloud taxiing on the runway of the Garden Route I’m the clarity in consciousness because I know where I’ll be next I’m just a raindrop waiting quietly to explode… …at home. … Read the full article…
My mind would’ve seen you if my eyes were blind; the snatches of lipped smile and shouting breasts arresting me to the sexual swatting of fly and the ill-confident prayer for a mounting music where You and I compose the life and crowd Introduce rituals expected and enacted Exhibition saddles the safe of inhibition so that I’m visiting within you and you in me Discoveries in sweaty adult worded nothings granted respect by fleshy objects with strings The feeling floats that we’re bugs on blissing bloom and so committed are … Read the full article…
Electricity surges like only electricity can Rates make a date with government like only government can The politicians fight in a way that makes no difference to my brother’s drug addiction, my daughter’s primary school fees, my matriculating son’s future or my stressed spouse’s opinion of me Yet I open the doors to my business everyday… plotting revised adverts and word of mouth specials to locals in the same position as me whilst wondering which staff member I will have to let go next, maybe someone in worse position than … Read the full article…
This umbilicus between contemplation and action is so havoced by grey that the stage we play on should never torture boredom but I find myself living mere moments that if they were all jigsawed together would maybe equal one day in a year of damp I slither from non-care to care-most and, somehow, unconsciously, persuade friendships from this maze that are more somnambulism than the conquering of loneliness and the fetid that accompanies it I give to them a part of me that they like more than not …but it’s … Read the full article…
Today, I bought the world on a piece of paper, took it for a walk to the top of the highest hill I could find, and, with care, folded it- -and blinked geography goodbye! I separated Africa’s spending spree so that Indian fish holidayed in the cold Atlantic and the Reds surfed on Santa Monica’s Shore Saint Helena swam in the Mozambique Channel … yet it all felt the same as before I folded and folded until I set that paper aeroplane free on the longest wind in hope that … Read the full article…
Our love used to soar high like two dragons in the sky We used to kiss and make love and cared less about gods above We moved in together, swore we’d face any weather A beautiful child was born and to each we were sworn Then one day we fought You said: “You’re not why I sought I slept with another man I’m no longer your all-time fan” The dream was harshly broken and all my tears spoken You and our dream child ran away I, with my fears, stayed … Read the full article…
