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 […]

i thought of this while creeping up the ass of the car in front of me yesterday

By |May 7th, 2008|

sun scalded eyes-
bones blasted by
the fourteenth pothole-
fucking taxi driver
who can’t fucking indicate-
head heavy with the pain of sunset-
what […]

Jane and the incredible secret world of the annual L Wechsler & Co. sale

By |April 28th, 2008|

The number of cars lining the side of the road and choking up the improvised parking lot, was the first portent that Jane was about […]

i never knew what empty was until he left for the airport

By |April 15th, 2008|

A piece of me
is on a plane to China,
shifting awkwardly in
economy class.

His ipod dreams
I seek to punctuate,
with the […]


By |April 10th, 2008|

I used to ask God
for silly things.

He had the Omniscience
to ignore me.

I also asked for the ability
to know […]

On our way home

By |April 8th, 2008|

We are
creased commuters, squashed between mama and the silent man with the itch in his side. After-robot! Now we can nurse life back into […]