April 2017

False Bay

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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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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Easter Sky

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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