Day 4, 5 and 6

By |September 6th, 2008|

I was born on the fifth of Ramadaan. A Friday much like yesterday, except for the faint chill of winter that threads through June air.

Day 2 and 3

By |September 3rd, 2008|

There is a stillness in Ramadaan; a special type of quiet that wraps around us. A stillness that renders us malleable; a warm and pliable […]

Day One

By |September 1st, 2008|

It was hard for me to bask in a spiritual infusion today, when my brain must’ve been trying to escape through my eye sockets, for […]

verse to verse or catching zephyrs with a colander

By |August 12th, 2008|

there used to be

for every
pavement crack

for every
boy with
stained sleeves
and a hole in his chest

for every
gambler with a broken dream
losing fast on a threadless seam

for every
father […]

Women’s Day 2008

By |August 9th, 2008|

A treat
for Women’s Day;
manicures for all the girls.
How nice to haveĀ one’s hand
wrapped in another’s;
A drive
to the shops after
and there’s a woman
at the robots,
her baby growing […]

Notes to the Unconceived #2

By |July 26th, 2008|

Always examine the reasons behind your dislike of someone.

It is either that they remind you of your own shortcomings or that they exhibit characteristics you […]

cremations and the blue-footed booby that arose thereof

By |July 1st, 2008|

Despite having done the following for most of my life; drinking things warmed in the microwave, eating kool-aid straight out of the packet, using a […]

“You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted, I got an attitude of need…”

By |June 12th, 2008|

There’s a man that stands in the middle of the road, at the robots at the corner of Jan Smuts avenue and St. Andrews in […]

nothing more pathetic than writing about writer’s block

By |May 12th, 2008|

this static

is the grey-horrid
that makes
mash of minds,
lint for flint.

a muse out of
one forgets
what she’s […]