“take back, like the night,that which is shared,”like the cool become coldunder a scattering of wild stars.like our breath , heldagainst the nowthat explodes on our screensstealing light from our daysand stars from our nightuntil no more –say no moreno morethrow open our windowsour doors – step outsideallow the night coolto pry breathlike a sigh,…
almost summer nowand days stretch, longerevenings gold and thick withlife open like a window in time – sunstained by berriesrasp and young, goose and strawi find myself, last light, in the gardenwith wattle and string in hand,scissors precarious in pocket, (and it is hard not to be in love herewith this soil this place this…
speaking with feral tongues 1. “earth my bodywater my blood” 2. what songs are thesethat scald our lipsand leave our tongueshot sand and grit numbin our mouths. what songs are thesehissed in bellow angerthat drives us beatingbeating palm to stretch skinunder a silence of cleared skywhere no sky had been seenbefore. songs of stump and…
this morning, most morningsfirst light, while the kettle warmsi take the short dew-walkbarefeet through the gardenup the drive to the goathouseto open the door for the day,release the two hens withtheir twenty two chicks between themlet the goats out among the treesscoop scraps around the balesfor the rabbits after tea there will be feedingand watering…
birds are scattering songfrom high branches this morning,like berries for the faithfulit falls light and unanswerable, falls trill and pulse andwing purr melody,falls sweet likewell-tongued prayerson the lips of the holy. it calls us to deer paths and mud pathsand roots among the moss paths,calls us to the silent ways of fallen leaf –calls us…
a first songa clapping gameon a father’s knee –lindi-ann is no goodchop her up for fire woodwhen she’s deadwe’ll bake her headinto ginger bread.-words shape uswhen our tonguesare still learningto shape the world. there were days in betweenperhaps years, when nasturtium leaveswere tall shade on damp spring morningstheir parasols shining wordlessveining cathedral glassagainst the blueness…
inhabitant of a foggy coastof shifting tide beginnings and ends undefined –were you here that day long-leggedred beaked on the beach –were you here that day the boats camefloating upturned whalesriding the waves we camewere you here.were you here that day the world changedtree by tree the world fell and changedand you ran with the…
i offer no illusionlast night the hen house was raided.opened the door to a mess offeathers and blood this morning,all of them gone. nothing of the spotted hen but her liverlicked clean on some star splashed quills.the rooster dead and whole in the middle of it all,too big to be carried into the night. and…
orientation lying in my bedlistening for the sunrisemy feet stretch northwarming my toes on the equator.right ear to the morning,left to the setting sun,my hair drifts southwards –tidal swirlings on an infinite sea. arms spreading east and westform the coastal beltouteniqua tstitsikama langeberg kougamountainous names that follow curvespeak in breasts with armpit valleysand soft catchments…