Winter Morning Commute

A vast non-committal skystretches out pale coldpast shy clusters of cloud- even they fear the chillin their pointless paradeacross Guateng's dry wintercollage of smoky morningstraffic…

Another Portrait

I sculpt a meticulous blurnothing solid, definitive with acida body paint portraittaller than myself you seem convinced:-nothing that's perfect is permanent-but then my dear, nor…

Sometimes

some thingscome together in waysthat are perfect, for an instant lucid beautycrystal enough to cutliquid enough to drink when this is all we wantand all…

Lag

Ek kyk op as ek lagvan die pyngenotom vreugde uit'e asemeffens te rukte voel en weet,dis amper weg.

Eindoplaas

Eindoplaas,Dag is gegaanal sy haas en al sy raastot vrede vergaan,helaasDag is gevaas

Dance?

Do you dance?with devils in the desertand nomads of the nightwanderers wonderingat wonders of the world With beasts who bleedtheir travellers to tearsshadows swearingshades of…