• I was pleased to hear your name
    I was amazed to see a face like you
    Your smile, time stop for that moment to wonder
    Scared as I was, my heart would had broken if I did not say hello
    For once I took notice of […]

  • One day as I was sitting and looking into an empty pool, inside it was a pair of black water boots, two rubbish plastics bags, a broom with beautiful red and black colour in the middle of the brush and water […]

  • Have I forgotten the mirrored face I saw before?
    Face that a lady once said to me awe
    The birth had to be the hardest my thoughts tell
    This turmoil and storms
    This lighting and that wind, has all been this […]

  • The pleasant things you would have said, that really mattered….. Was not the………
    Now that you see, what really love really meant….. How it really made you free
    The fool you see…… is this……the same that made you […]

  • In my heart most vulnerable
    Where in my mind do I realise
    So true to be myself
    In this sorrowful, scornful and eventful path
    Where many men trade love for hate, truth for lies
    Happiness for anger and one […]

  • So broken as glass, a feeling of it is over
    Neither under the moon will they reach, not even my strong feet can reach
    Is it too far?
    Was it so short?
    Can we believe it?
    Keep breaking my heart
    Keep playing my […]

  • Be like a tree, stand like him
    Feed without favour
    Bear beautiful leaves
    The rain a true companion
    Lighting a rod to him
    Tasty his fruits, everyone is impressed
    Bitter his fruits, no one is impressed
    His […]

  • Most of them are north
    Only those of broken hearts and thoughts remained south
    Dreamers of money
    I; am a fool to write this piece
    Wisdom is better at the hands of those seeking him
    She told me of older man […]

  • No star shone, moon was not visible
    Those of pleasure never noticed
    Cowards went for the caves
    Children are better when parents don’t lie
    Grey, dark stormy night
    Stormy night stormy heart
    Don’t lie, please […]

  • Her eyes, never have I seen such light
    No one beautiful was ever like her
    No one is perfect, but no one truly sculptured her way
    Her smile would charm dead or alive
    She was beauty
    In spite of angelic figure […]

  • For the cold and grey walls, to the chains
    The past to promise the future, yet is the same past
    He died to loosen man, they were taught freedom and still they circled chains and build prisons
    Let the bird be […]

  • He spoke of birth, life and her
    Such sweet sense, never have I heard since
    He was of all nothing to say, but scorn was heard from every word
    Never was a wise man that fooled his thoughts
    So was not a fool who […]

  • Question? You ask me if I love you or just admire the hell out of you. I have this to say in return.

    I like you. Your eyes house collections of self-portraits of every kind of material possession imaginable. […]

  • Aloes from Bethelsdorp –
    The green world’s-majority is not my home.
    Only Goethe’s throne.

    Mum’s June wedding lace.
    Dad’s glove was lost at the church.
    His Mrs. Dalloway.

    There were her […]

  • The rural countryside
    Has its own welcoming committee.
    It has its own encyclopedia.
    It has its own dictionary.
    Every year I throw a parade
    In my honor. Why not?
    Why is family always hurting […]

  • Pale feminist you.
    Bliss in a vintage dress.
    Under a potbellied sky.
    With your rouge pots.
    Your lipsticks that taste like cream.
    Your comaed flowers.
    They plant their halos.
    You dig them up.
    You plant […]

  • Chasing wild sheep and ambulances
    An insomniac’s trick
    I have discovered an empire
    The empire of the introspective
    I am a superwoman and actor
    Dramatic and always being
    Brought to life by it
    Provocative […]

  • Cracks. Healthy fiction –
    Pomegranates. Troubled life.
    Bleeding fruit. Cement.

    Diary of Salt Lake –
    Passage into Bethelsdorp.
    Myths of beloveds.

    Roses. Stars. They hover –
    Suffering has a numbed womb. […]

  • My Virginia Woolf in disguise –
    My veil, my apprentice, shaman, owl wise.

    I see Jean Rhys’s ghost in-intervals.
    Joyce Carol Oates’s hands, and rouge.

    Rapture. Oh, rapture.
    There was Plath’s […]

  • Addiction to neon –
    Sumptuous marriage. Playful.
    Montage of ill health.

    Now what does that all mean.
    Let us take the word ‘neon’.
    It can mean stripes of light.
    Hallucinogenic Technicolor.

    ‘Sumptuous’. […]

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