It was that of every great narrative, there-in the dichotomies of human experience; good and evil, light and dark, adversity and triumph.
Mthatha smells like: damp wood. tastes like: sweet veld grass. sounds like: unhurried deliberation. feels like: the place you would go, to listen to the wind.
For Unknown 16/06/76
(after a visit to the Hector Pieterson Memorial in Soweto, June 16, 2005)
a frozen face
on a white wall.
are the […]
…sometimes visit upon us when we’re at our most unreceptive.
We shall refer to him as Significant-Geek or sg33k for brevity. This is what I […]
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and the colours will not be still...
we could do this
if they ask,
“we got lost in each other”
misplaced a systole
grappling with maps,
the inclination of breath
charting the path.
There’s something about a 300km stretch of tar.
Something about the road that pulls at you to start pulling together.
And that’s what […]
She walked into the room like spring came early. The kind of broad that makes men weak in the wallet. This gumshoe saw trouble. […]
Even skeletons need to be dusted off from their cupboard shelves and taken out for a walk sometimes.
And the company along the way is […]
end to begin
begin to end
these things we clutch
as the crutch.
we’d be braver to let go.