Nov 6, 2006
on if we could see what we carry
Tweet In a world of manifest metaphor, we carry our baggage by our sides and on our backs. Into suitcases, hold-alls, carry-ons and duffel bags, we cramp and stuff once significant others, bruises taken as children, rejections suffered at the hands of those more than us, dreams we were slow to claim and the crumbs of daily inadequacies that flake off to line... read more
Aug 18, 2006
scribbles…(1)
Tweet There is no elegant, poised way to clutch a crayon. As your fingers fist-wrap around the wax and shoulders hunch instinctively over paper, this world of adult falls away in scales. The little stub of wax; is now the portkey to the land where imagination startles bright, where friends are forgiven with pinkie-hugs and “I want to be a discover and a... read more
Jun 29, 2006
Lessons from the Lift Club … (part one…in progress)
Tweet an attempt at memoir/nostalgic indulgence. crit most definitely welcome. ——– We were second-hand lions; Hash, Batman and me.That’s what Batman would say, after a long day capped with a handrolled cigarette – cherry tobacco swaddled in a liqourice flavoured Rizzla. We’d lean against the car, watch the sun slip into... read more
May 15, 2006
shot left, after robot
Tweet I miss taking the taxi’s down Jan Smuts Avenue to the gym. It doesn’t get anymore real than the dented soccer-stickered metal, the only barrier to you and kissing tar held together by kite string, your legs warmed by pure engine heat and its fumes, oh how i miss the fumes; so strong they slice your tongue into ribbons. And the passengers,... read more
Feb 1, 2006
rush hour
Tweet the world comes together at twilight; day seaming shut, sun bleeding into a pool at the edges, and the gentle assertiveness of the stars. but the traffic makes us forget. overcome by lightshows from the other amnesiacs, the mind spills over with the detritus of the day and the recurring comfort of Home. Red robot, our evening star. brake light, clutch,... read more
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