Into: A Razor’s feel – A Landscapification
(Quick dash before breakfast on a new poem) I've been thinking about the nature of seeing, and of being seen. About the intense and delicate…
Tag: intimacy
A Razor’s feel – A Landscapification
Objectification and vulnerability. How easily both can revolt, be judged. And yet. Objectivity and sensitivity. Razor on skin. Keen against tense. Friction - flow. Against…
The dog noodlelongnameandendinaglassjar, his owner and the time she had sex while holding a carpentry hammer, and how this came to be.
"The dog’s name was a story you told in a single breath, a slithering, impossible thing starting with a wet nose and ending, somehow, in…
bodyPaint(01&2)
A gaze, a body set aflame— To burn through shadow, whisper their own name, and mean it. The paint, a storm. The photograph, a ghost.…
Unthinkable
the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think of you dangerous - I knowthe tightrope remains inevitable hard codedto seek out…
Private Roads (?Exposure)
Dwindling on (, ambling forth)a perpetual landscape's cleavagebehind(,) the next portrait(, a stolen glimps) Private images distilled (visions distilled)across frameworks 'f bridges or channelsover seas…
o’speel
Kielie knyp knibbel,o'speel innie donker.Jou giggel het 'n vonkel,o'speel innie donker.
Laaste Lag
Wie lasste lag die wreedstehart se seerstedan salig die wesesonder pyn of vresewat onder lieg rus'n wete gesusrede gesmokelen sedes verbrokkelen dan lus,daarna geblusmekaar te…