listening to the hum the steady, streaming, breathing of the city. people with eyes that watch both the surface and the unspoken parts like learning the rules to a game for the first time. hands, laughs, eyes- that firmly take and keep a certain sense of focus. the city and its coming and going people … Continue reading the city *
that perhaps, you're the light in a barren wasteland. but not my lands because mine hrive and up andunder and over with the green of the work- the toilage and the drips of sweat that has salted the earth to raise that green. … Continue reading luminary
Compassion: Baby, baby you in there? I push open the door, the music blasting penetrating the walls of the apartment… I enter the room and there you are with your back to me, her leg in your hand. I want to say you’re kissing which indeed you are but I can imagine how her lips … Continue reading when things happened
a sight, the day you spooned and placed all this life within me, and fed me the spirit to never falter though i lay crooked at this table. a spirit and a promise to keep it going and know there's soul where the warmth, the food of your faith lands as it hits my soul. … Continue reading a life | 28/09/16 – 23:12
the stretch of the soul when it breaks and hangs, dregs in the branches. hoping and looping several times through the split tendrils of itself. frayed; stretching in a hope. the stretch. the unspoken stretch.
on how strange things can remind me of things. like packing materials for today's lessons and being hit by that new toy plastic smell. on how that smell is linked to my Tshepang. on how the toy that etched that memory in me, was the last toy she received before her passing. on how her … Continue reading untitled
do it all. with feeling. you say this to everyone. and then one day you wake up; you're 27 and you've barely lived because you've been doing the exact opposite of what you say to others. you wake up and your inner voice croaks from the depths of an abyss you'd forgotten you … Continue reading houses burn
do it all with feeling. except love. push it into the heat-scorched cracked earth- of all the things; this one you kill before it kills you love.
I'm not happy anymore- He sat hunched over the desk and said nothing. I thought I could do this but I can't. I'm holding on and I shouldn't- I can't- I've become this hateful person I don't recognise. I want myself back. She stood there speaking at him- as every conversation went since day the … Continue reading untitled / an extract