yeah, love: that thing that has to morph through excitement, boredom, good and bad times, it only starts as a feeling. attraction is a crackle: love is a decision, a bond, an obligation, a saving grace, a safe place a conversation, a comfortable silence and an allegiance. 11/03/2014

Imagine, for a moment, that you are consumed by some shameful and strange desire – not a criminal one, just something that you can’t voice out loud.  Already you’ve stepped over an internal line, and given yourself over to something that’s not altogether acceptable. Then you get rejected. Instead of it sobering you up – acting, […]

I put off writing the whole weekend because I had too much to say, when I tried to put it into words, they just upped and wriggled away off the page. I tried speaking about it – I thought that saying it aloud would clarify my feelings, and separate the crowd milling in my mind. […]

Testing myself against the blank page, giving myself a chance to say something – what’s it about? Neglect? Abandonment? But I’m not abandoned – just feels that way. Has felt that way for a long time, but those are the pheromones I’m releasing – maybe the cycle of abandonment is of my own making. Not […]

She says: “Sorry to say, but epiphanies never happen on a GOOD day….” “No-one, in the midst of being thin, rich, drug-free, fit and famous suddenly gets a deep revelation about life or themselves.” “No sir. Epiphanies are the things that hit us in the face – just before we hit the sidewalk. Usually.”

Absurdism – viewing everything through a glass darkly, with the lights off. Shouting Eureka!, but backwards. A better definition of Absurdism: looking at someone else in a circus mirror. Only. “I put it to you: to you and you (yes, even you) you are an Absurdist, madam.” “That isn’t a real thing!” “Since when does […]

This thing where I’m turning the light down, while simultaneously screaming at the dying of the light. This thing where I’m welcoming age, decay, as it takes me further and further out of harms way, but finding ways to slow, reverse, FLY above all that age. It feels like the two dogs/wolves in me will be fighting until my […]

The kid bouncing down into the subway, three stairs at a time, as if his feet were truly made of springs The plane trees outside the brewery changing into Autumn colours, The sun finding a gap through a halo of cloud and spilling sun down over Newlands, The two teen boys in their school uniforms […]

I’m rich – I’m rolling in it – Forbes couldn’t contain it all: I saw an old friend, dinner’s nearly ready, And I wrote a poem.

Dark eyes snapping, the angry one says: “Men are such churls, They only write poems to waylay melancholy girls!” I think it over: “I don’t know, sometimes I feel The emotions they describe are actually real. But, I guess it’s true, much of what you read Comes down to that basic lizard-brain need: To land, […]