One day when you pick up a pen,and the sun hits it in a certain light,you will stopand think of me Just for a moment,just tiny secondyou will see mea flash of haira glimpse of skin And yes, you will remember, a great sadness will weight your heartand then your son,a […]
You’re a funny little book,torn pages and crayon scrawls,dog-ears and nothing smells And big meanings in little words(and little meanings in big words)you make me want to get up and do things,sit down and cry the smell newness, eagerness in your pages,other times, an oldness (old book smells choke me) […]
I pick at scabsand watch them bleedand healand bleed again. People tell me not tobut they don’t know how it feels.
If you come a little closeryou’ll see my diamondsare really pebblesstuckwith gluepainted with clear nail varnishfrom the pharmacy up the roadonly R5.99 Lasts a whole month too
“They lived on the fish they caught and salted in Luga over the summer, on the cucumbers they grew and pickled, on homemade blueberry jam, on dried mushrooms , with which they made soup, and pies and small pastries. They had potatoes because Tatiana’s Babushka Maya brought her own from […]
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I’m writing ugly again. It’s just ‘dark’No longer‘the food scented dark’
Not everything’s black and white But neither is everything grey
Grew up in a small townAnd when the rain would fall downI’d just stare out my windowDreaming of what could beAnd if I’d end up happyI would prayTrying hard to reach outBut when I tried to speak outFelt like no one could hear meWanted to belong hereBut something felt so […]
