Habits are habits In a friendly coincidence, we pretended not to understand the fumes of heavy traffic. We chose to take a ride entirely on a road to nowhere. Nothing happened. We paid for petrol, an absurd sum, a kind of ransom. – On my calendar, I scheduled in POST for today, meaning come WednesdayContinue reading “We chose to take a ride”
Another crowd favourite from the archives. “A fun romance” appears in my book Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.
It’s Thursday, 06:15 You wake up to the alarm knowing you will never win an Olympic medal publish a novel that would win the Man Booker, finish your degree or even pay the last R150 you owe Woolworths. Your first grandchild will die before you and each of those candles you lit in the caveContinue reading “Dying is probably easier than this”
This last weekend I did lots of kicks. Yesterday, I did enough repetitions of cloud hands to wake up with aching arms. Are you ready for Christmas? I am far from, but did issue my second book of 2013 in time for its November deadline. Preview Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys here. Shining inContinue reading “Two Books, Four Poems, Sore Legs and Arms”
it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life. 2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” Continue reading “A fun romance”