Poetry

March 29, 2019

Between Tomorrow and Then

On a steep incline the houses seem to pour down the earth. Then they repeat again, from decline to peak; my bicycle takes me round and round and round. The sensation of sliding, as if to some inevitable conclusion. How those rooftops roll And the bike must be cycled. And the houses must be homes (must they?) I am taken by them, and through them. clap! […]
March 29, 2019

The Olive Branch

Despite the dentist’s soporific My imagination transformed The street where I walked Into a takeoff field Where I felt weightless Like a feather in the wind. As I wandered along the street, I discerned an olive branch Protruding from a tall brick wall Like the promise of the vital oil Proffered by the olive trees To soothe my mouth and guts After the dentist’s cure.
March 29, 2019

Wake—Let’s Go!

We woke to the explosions and jumped on our bikes. Many of us were armed with nothing more than cardboard tubes, and rubber bands and paper clip ammo wiggled to mean barbs like our hearts. Others had sling shots and ball bearings, exploding bottles of tacks and cherry bombs, Molotov confections launched from lawn chair catapults, spray-can blow torches set off by our fathers’ regimental Zippos, […]
March 29, 2019

Oosterschelde / Thalassa

barely a month into a new year when God gave us a clean start we had not kept our resolutions he did not let us build our arcs when the sea finally came to claim us if we are people of the sea we too should live in salt she nurtured our children the sea is their mother too let there be no distinction between us […]
March 29, 2019

A Little Alone Time

Much of life sounds like feet travelling up a staircase in a public or semi-public corridor. That might-be-coming-here noise. That maybe-it’s-for-me. That can’t concentrate expectant fear, trembling hand hovering between two interrupted once-connected actions murmur, that waiting for the doorbell to ring, that not doing anything because there’s no time because maybe this summons is my one. That perhaps it’s the boss, the post, the partner, […]
March 29, 2019

Authority

It feels as though I will never catch up. Every time I see the news, a panel show, people playing instruments. Anyone being interviewed on the radio about anything. A name attached to an article. Casual sign-offs (by strangers) to emails. . My baby walks with more conviction than I do. Practices with her tiptoes, goes backwards, circles the room. Never minds the other obstacles. Walks […]
March 29, 2019

Moving Days

They said it was bad luck for a peacock’s feather to be winking at them as they moved into the house. They took it outside straight away and put it in the bin. But like old burial grounds and haunting ghosts, the fear of omens is usually a fear of personal failures. And bad luck did come. Bad luck that life in a house, newly bought […]
December 18, 2018

The Poet

Through the propriety Of the gaps Between you and the rooftops A rhythm of emptiness You challenge knowledge Graphemes bouncing back and forth Highlighting trajectories of cognition A step into the wilderness Of a broken promise Of a man lost Erasing established notions of a city Rooftops covered in snow White upon white Like water upon water Breath after breath
December 18, 2018

Productivity

Distraction by distraction we live in the daily aftermath —– of the grand burlesque; —– an ever diminishing step behind each fresh wave of horror and a Kardashian ass —– tugging nuance — to the undercurrent, as I tug idly at the screen— siphoning from the great gushing pool —– of hyperbole — my top-up of shame.