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|

scribbles…(1)

There is no elegant, poised way to clutch a crayon. As your fingers fist-wrap around the wax and shoulders hunch instinctively over paper, this world of adult falls away in scales. The little stub of wax; is now the portkey [...]

August 18th, 2006|Blog|

Lessons from the Lift Club … (part one…in progress)

an attempt at memoir/nostalgic indulgence. crit most definitely welcome. -------- We were second-hand lions; Hash, Batman and me.That's what Batman would say, after a long day capped with a handrolled cigarette - cherry tobacco swaddled in a liqourice flavoured Rizzla. [...]

June 29th, 2006|Blog|

shot left, after robot

I miss taking the taxis down Jan Smuts Avenue to the gym. It doesn't get anymore real than the dented soccer-stickered metal, the only barrier to you and kissing tar held together by kite string, your legs warmed by pure [...]

May 15th, 2006|Blog|

rush hour

the world comes together at twilight; day seaming shut, sun bleeding into a pool and at the edges, the gentle assertiveness of stars. but the traffic makes us forget. overcome by lightshows from the other amnesiacs, the mind spills over [...]

February 1st, 2006|Blog|