The living dead they walk among us wake up take a breath, go to work go on tea go on lunch, go home go to hell, then back again, every single day. They are the invisible ones we pass on...
Like all of us Through birth to death They came, wrote and left Through deed, text, voice, choice But time Being the traveler that it is Might, just might Erase the letters scribbled Distort the meaning Canonise the authors Or...
Raw meandering, turning, twisting and spinning movements of mountains Up and down the slopes, peak on peak. Rude, sharp turns covered in uncooked wild grasses of the slopes. Li-tšetšenki, mekholitsoane (lizards) and goats reaching heights unregistered Abound yet, sparingly, with...
My angst, bellowing of my heart, starry thoughts, music in my feet, lovers kiss, and limber thigh ready for breach on a moon-full Friday I do not know why But thank God is Friday
Stunned and silent The week flows by and over me And children and rain engulf me. But Friday holds out its yellow light A slight eddy, a slight lull And saves me with its warmth.