Like mildew on leather I was musty with trust That antecedent Precursive verse – Of the unknown: We laughed, I was laughing Weathering busty stances A rocking horse A silhouette The shadows danced As shadows do Must settling Trust too Like angel dust On every surface.
A construct of exchange is in my pocket They say it burns a hole and so it seems It scorches the landscape of my fingers And as I deftly touch count the amount Of loose change I have for an ‘avo’ on toast’ I come across a scene you couldn’t dream of. And I realise […]
A six pack of Canadians On the side of the road One can out and open He gently lays it down And straightens to walk With an uneasy swagger His tobacco red fingers On tobacco grey beard And on his face anger I grudgingly approach And our eyes meet So I nod and he smiles […]
A dull day afoot on wet gravel, Tyres whisking shallow puddles, I feel a teasing warmth, Beyond thick cloud, and The crisp of the air – You are there. You are there.
Your hand outstretched against my breast as we brake too fast: My fist clenches just the way you hate it- As I stare at the approaching distance. ‘Don’t do that’ you ask, so my grasp loosens. I shift gaze and lean into you as best I can, To tell you about gluons mediating forces between […]
She backs a boat with the precision of a surgeon wielding a scalpel, Slicing through skin that is warm, but impervious to the nervous system’s warning. And she is oblivious to the effect that this has on my all too anaesthetised heart.
I drive under Sugar Bush road Blasting songs of the unrequited And passing by the Honey Pot I flick through Spotify until Doe Paoro sounds about right – her pulse of rhythmic bass/ love lyrics tethering me to this place that sounds of waves and smells of salt and dust and tastes of long nights and […]
cannot advance fairly when we give speeches at a race that drowns the nations choices always was, always will be white fellas voices.
It has been a year and 23 days since I posted. The last post was about missing my Da. He has been dead for a year and about 50 days. I have written a lot about grief before, but never before have I spent so much time in grief, and not writing. It was unexpected […]
I’m a Tanita Tikarim song Her dulcet sadness Haunting me And in my head I sing along “I think of you”: And as I breath – I think of you, And if I walk – I think of you, I’ll fake a smile – and think of you, Or fall asleep – still dream of […]