Letter to genius African poet Beaton Galafa
Dear friend, in the lateness of the afternoon I would like to give you some books as a gift. I think of you in...
Why I write: The autobiography of a poet
Why didn't you love me mum like Paris, across the valley's face, the blood-instinct of the poet's existence, about diaries and the man who...
Yesterday Once More: Me, Anorexia Nervosa and Karen Carpenter
There is no light at the end of the world only solemn-wounds and trees that haunt in the heavenly country where I live. Everyone...
Diary of a filmmaker, the fox and the curtain
I woke up with my hands full of leaves. Marakana and Lonmin are all over the news. My brother the wolf guy, the lone...
Alcoholism: Cloud Briefly Visible For A Moment Above Zelda Fitzgerald’s Head
I think of total exhaustion and being. How it takes me from winter to summer. Then I think of you and the space, the...
The Renal Unit: Paper Towns Of A Borderless Woman
The hospital is a lovesick climate. The blessing of an emerald day.
Kite-flying. The fabric of a stream. The hidden wings of a child. The...
Mystical George
The sun’s disappeared again. I think of my mother waving me goodbye with a doek around her head covering her hennaed hair. I’m crushing...
Ode to my Mother
There is a dwelling that I exist in. This far out between heaven and hell she is, my mother is still beautiful. She was...
Molo Swaziland
It is the sun-drenched space that strikes me first in the car. There seems to be so much of it. Almost immediately I fall...
Mars Stolen Away: The Genius Of The American Poet Walt Whitman
I’ve been away a long time. I’ve gone to heaven and back. The hostile folly of the handmaiden’s rope twisted in my hands.
The flaming...