125 – for my children
This evening, I was massaging the feet of one of my daughters. She’s 19 now, and a father does what a father does. I was reminded, and spoke to her, of… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Tetraptych – December 2015
In memory of LHI. My mind is full, butMy mouth is empty.I scribble the mind onto another pageWithout speaking.I have grief on my mind,Of an unknown kind. II. The taste… Continue Reading
The Darkness
The darkness is our friend.I said that when you were little.I still say it. On a different soil, then,We chased a storm together,And its thunder.We reached it sooner than we… Continue Reading
She
The moon, steeped in old blood,Sighs below the horizon, waiting,Waiting for the sun,Opposite axis,Opposite pole,Opposing light. She moves, airless,Anticipates,A rock for a heart,The warmth to melt it,To feel again. For… Continue Reading
cosmos
end-of-summer webs woven against the walland the cloud an ovaryacross the moonswaysthe evening stillcoolbreath standingin the vacuum life as slow as lifeand faster than lightthe cosmoswe are the cosmos we… Continue Reading
Sandman
I am a man of sand. All about me is constructed and mechanical My automatic brain tells me Until I wake and can’t move For the tiredness in every cell… Continue Reading
The Weakness
There was alwaysA weakness in the argument,Time or religion or bed-time,No agreement ever in any argumentBecause nothing can be agreedAs long as the world turnsAnd writing deciphers riddlesAnd makes them…. Continue Reading
#jesuislibre
We have tainted our faiths and freedomsWith thought and word and deed.We have poisoned our world with moulded and molten lead. We have tainted ourselves with the bloodOf those each… Continue Reading
Goalkeepers – in memory of Senzo Meyiwa
It is always awful when one of our Goalkeepers’ Union is taken from us. Even more so when it’s through violence, not age. So, in memory of Senzo Meyiwa, two… Continue Reading
Half
The moon, A half of what it was,Glowers,Ashamed,A-hidden,Behind the tops of roofs,Of trees,In silence. Night closes Around what shines,A narrow coneOf uncounted light,Just an echo Of the sun,An unrehearsed refrain…. Continue Reading