meanwhile juxtaposition adorns dreams

We need no titles here Our scars define us Unoriginal though they may be. Do you really want to see me bare my soul and its cigarette burns how they mirror the lesions from the acid she threw in your [...]

November 27th, 2006|Poetry|


i won't search for the sleep you lost, or the words spent in my way, one day you're gonna tell a friend chorus: one day you're gonna say, there she goes, there she goes, the one that got away. i [...]

November 22nd, 2006|Poetry|

capsule bloemfontein

The coffee cup placed in front of me has an authentic granny-crocheted doily beneath it. This is Bloemfontein. I'm sharing a tuna tramezzini at De Rebus in the city centre with Sally and Anina, tannies* who are the encyclopedic reference [...]

November 14th, 2006|Blog|

rhymes with rhyme

Name was Valentine, Baby, be mine, Said I was sweet, Oh, would be neat, If we could cruise Sometime. Name was Valentine, Get in the line, Said I was sweet, Oh, what a treat, If we could bruise, Sometime. Name [...]

November 8th, 2006|Poetry|

on if we could see what we carry

In a world of manifest metaphor, we carry our baggage by our sides and on our backs. Into suitcases, hold-alls, carry-ons and duffel bags, we cramp and stuff once significant others, bruises taken as children, rejections suffered at the hands [...]

November 6th, 2006|Blog|

soul’d (memories of ramadaan)

Ramdh, "burning of the feet from heat" Ramadha, 'intense heat" Ramad, "the heat of the stones arising from the intense heat of the sun" Heat. And yet Ramadaan brought a coolness of spirit; satin pools offering respite from the insistent [...]

November 3rd, 2006|Blog|