Sane: A Bipolar Life
I have endured the worst possible case scenario. Being locked up in a mental institution for six months while in my late teens, early...
The Grandmaster’s Strategy
A man, with the synergy of an ex-soldier and pastoral counselor took my smile and turned it into a parachute. It grew wings and...
Love: The Promised Land
Once isolation was my plan. Once that was all I wanted and today I am unlimited in all of my thinking. I am weak...
When Virgil Was In My Arms I Had Paris In The Springtime On My Mind And All I Wrote Was Poetry
The Bible Says You Are Fearfully And Wonderfully Made. For Khanyile Joseph Mlotshwa. I think of your synergy. How the rain saved me. That...
Poor Things, Please Ask Barbie and Ken What’s Love Got to Do With It
Birds sing, thoughtful and principled. In the greener valleys the foundations of the oceans are found there bold and cheerful and brave. You are...
From My Diary: “Ramaphosa Golden Unicorn To Battered South Africa”
The country has been on tenterhooks for a while but it can be said that racial tensions have been building around the issues of...
The Northern Areas of Gqeberha
The Coloured identity in South Africa has been massacred and annihilated from beginning to end. Gangsterism and the modus operandi of gang warfare has...
Diary entry and a Christmas interlude in Port Elizabeth, South Africa
There is a dwelling that I exist in. This far out between heaven and hell she is, my mother is still beautiful. She was...
Beauties of the Eastern Cape, South Africa
And there it was. The strange machine of talking to myself.
In the black and white photograph, I appeared as any stranger would. Dazed, worldly,...
A Poet’s Life: Adventures in the Pixelated Maelstrom
I’m fourteen. We’re at the gateway to the funhouse. We’re standing on burning sea sand, water, ocean waves within reach, the centre of summer,...