1.i had not meant toflush diederik cuckoo fromthe mulberry tree, first light just bird called a songi had not heard closeand loud before. but he came emerald wingsflashing in early sunlanded bright closeon the blossom peachlooked at meeach as startled as the other 2.mid october when you biteinto first peach of the season(even when it…
before you slip away,unbidden and unboundas you are to my world,or i turn away from yours.before the airthat condensed to your formthins falters and returnsand we are no moreto one anotherthan play of light.waitto look upon your facebegins the unravelingof my world,but looking awayhas brought us to this brink.ask me creature,are you the otherthat creates…
downbeyond where the slopedropsdeep into valleywhere the treeslivebeyond timeand each breath becomes a prayerto our unspoken godsthere, moss cushioned, will iwaitfor you downin the darkof the waterdeepamong shards of lightswimming the softing tide –thrum of riverquenching my skin,playing my bonesdeer fluteto the forest sky.there in the deepamong our shardsof light, will iwaitfor you unyieldingin the…
1.saturday early and the chickensare singing up a stormold women on wooden pewsthin church voices vining the rafters,soon it will be day enoughto open their doorscatter the grain –leave themto their bustling and scratchingbefore the rain. 2.in knysna the roadsare crammed with touristsescapees from the cityseeking holy days and silencebecoming the noise they left behind…
i have written your words on my skinto hold while i learn to speak you.shaped my tongue and breath around namesthat ache with the smell of you,murmured exhaled ripplesalong my palateacross your pebble bed backto the edge of sandy placeswhere your forest beingcrowds the shore. i have written what the birds singand the shape of…
restless to the sound of saw and chipperclearing deadwood around the houseahead of the fire seasoni cut my hair sewing scissorsin the bathroom mirror.long dark strands on the floor. in the quiet of eveningbeyond the sawsi buried it forest litteramongst the roots of tree.muttering prayers and promisesi hope to keep despite the slow creepof city…
when dark mother birthed usfrom the star trampled sky –nursed us by moonlight tenderas silvered ocean swelland watched us growsaw our long songs trailingtendril from the beginning of timeshaping and forming as we came taught us to sing holy holy is the nightbecause she knew and she knewthis light that shines brightin the dark of…
corona has left meslow to think, slow to actslow to write – a 50kg bag of grainthree times the weight is was beforeand all the while the planet is hurtlingtowards our own inevitability so much fasterthan most of us can breathe through and francesca the goat laboursthrough the bright sky nightsecond of september and perfectly…
truth is the sun rosethis morning, splattering of lightlow and cold – birds on high branchesmoving and feeding to stay warm aliveshaking water from the treeswhile cold feetin thick socks and gumbootswade the night rain become mud.i know that inside a warm fire waitsand teaalways tea. truth is, arm down a burrowin soft wrapped fur,i…
end of julydeep winter coldand mountains capped with snow.first day out to clear the beds,spread compost like a blanketthick black and warm –new moon in augustwe will plant the summer seeds. end of julydeep winter coldout in the garden to prepare the beds –trellis the peas while first cuckoos,emerald green and tail flicking,call from the…