Water kills by volume filling space, forcing out air, extinguishing breath but also by weight and as I sit alone for a snatched moment on beige bleached rocks strung out like forgotten connections and watch the False Bay breakers heave…
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I may be wrong, but I suspect that if I was walking in the city somewhere, minding my own business, and a building fell on me, my wife would attribute the resulting fatality to my not eating the right food….
Below the hill where garden olives blossom in the heat and sleep comes easily to some pain slides like sour oil around the rocks kissing the soul colouring the night In the distance soldiers look for signs on unfamiliar paths…
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Is this a crucifixion or a resurrection sky? Is it the sky he was pinned to like a butterfly skin running with blood clouds stained sunset-red? Or is it the ash-black, volcano-scarred sky that lets no life through? Darkness at…
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