Wednesday, 16 August 2017


Keep a distance from the mad men.
Or, fall in where you belong.
We MAD mad.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017


Been trying to paint knock off versions of self, because, I depended on you as my medium.

Shout outs to YOU who had and held and let go of my whole art.


The ice cream man drove past my house in Woodstock today. 
First came the involuntary humming. Humming the tedious tune as it nags me out of bed, I leave it hanging in the drapes.
Dragging as I'd hear it approaching from a block away.

The van wasn't as vividly coloured as I remembered it to be and the tune that rang out of the speakers were strung out, crying from constant reruns. 
It's hot today. Warm and breezy. A lekker day. Easy.
Sometimes it's hot and damp and suffocating. A Heated debate between body and temperature.

Both scenarios beg for the ice. And the know what I'm saying?
But they're the only times he comes out.

Sometimes, like last week Wednesday, mid night, my flow was really cramping my style. Never mind the nine degrees low. I was craving the soft serve, of course, he didn't come through.

He drove slow enough and circled the block. Twice. Not today; I didn't run after the truck. Not today.

Monday, 29 September 2014


I Tasted Your Words when I Tasted Her Tongue.
Instead of Her Saliva, (Which I'd think, now, was to help my digestion), I Swallowed Your Pride.
That, in itself, was a hassle.

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Rolling Stone [Excerpt]

I Found Faith in the Sanctity of His Brown against My Pale Divinity...
Found Home in the Silence Whispering Between the Sheets...

I've Been Homeless for a Month Now.

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Ice Cream Man

God Knows I Long for You in Some Intricate Plot I've Been Constructing in My Mind, Carefully, Over the Last Two Years. Two Years Ago Today When I Lost My Sanity Because I Couldn't Control My Emotions. No. No, No, No. It Wasn't My Fault. 

It Wasn't My Fault because Like the Ice Cream Van Which Drives By My House on an Unbearably Hot Day While I Play in between the Sand and Sticks of My Mother's Front Yard, You Make Me Jump Over the Dismantled Fence, Despite the Fact that My Mother Said Not to, Despite the Fact that She Said I'd Hurt Myself Jumping that Broken Wire. I Jump the Fence and Rip My Shorts; the Introduction before the Climax, When My Thigh is Scarred by the Sharp Edges.

Never Mind that because as Much as it Burns, As Much as I Long for a Plaster, I Numb it With Determination because the Ice Cream Man Plays Such an Attractive Tune Through the Speakers of the Brightly Coloured Truck and Because Ultimately, that Soft Serve will Satisfy My Taste Buds and Relieve Me of This Intrusive Heat. You Give Me Anxiety and Offer Me Curiosity without the Satisfaction of Opening My Gift.

I Ran and Jumped, Every Hurdle, With All My Might and Still, I Missed the Ice Cream Van.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Tainted [an Excerpt]

....You Were the Steep Slope I Steadily Slid Down before The Weight of My Emotions Caught Up and I Gained Momentum .... All I Had to Do Was Dig My Heels Into the Ground and Free My Hands from Holding Onto The Weight Of Your Destruction. So Today I Did. I Did it Before I Crashed and Completely Shattered What Was Left of My Pride....