It hurts me that I still get wounded sometimes. Sometimes even deeply wounded by the woman that I call mother and hope and muse. It hurts...
Everything about being in love is supersonic-personified. I don’t know yet if I can change the world, but today for a smart change I am going...
But the air is growing cold. As coldas the angst of beginners. I am not that scholarship girl in chapters and parts. I keep on forgetting...
The voices are inside my head. Calling to me. Speaking in ancient tongues. They talk and talk and talk. The damage is done. The damage is...
“What are you running away from? I’m sad too, you know. Leaving behind the only world that I’ve ever known. Scooter’s the name by the way,”...
So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me in deep, imaginative and resourceful ways. A cut from you was a project. Thinking of you, staring at you,...
I have to stop smoking so much. I think of knitting. I think of the wool I will buy. I think of everything I will make...
I never had that kind of attention. I never received that kind of loud applause. Never called love rapture, or, passionate. We don’t talk anymore about...
You grew up in Burgas. I grew up in Port Elizabeth.By the sea buzzing with bluebottles every January. This is a kind of lamentation for thunder,...
My grandfather was just as handsome as Jerome David Salinger. We weren’t Jewish though, or at least I never went to the best schools. I never...