As we passed An abandoned convent A skater with all the gear Crossed herself God never ceases To amaze me

Lynchings were a quite common When I was a child Rapists molesters and murderers Whether guilty or not Often met this fate Hung high from bridges and trees And then all of a sudden This practice ceased As the mob had lynched Jesus Christ Without thought or care When he rode through this town

plasticine 

I had a strange dream An erotic dream I was an artist And had been commissioned To describe my feelings In plasticine Which I did I created a number Of pornographic figures And was later found Naked in street Surrounded by piles of dog shit A Dutch girl Helped me to my feet And gave […]

a train passes by its lights reflect in the rice fields waters green violet my skies are about to sleep the night is not far distant

After Haiku The Tanka Is the dominant Verse form in Japan A Tanka Consists of thirty-one syllables Arranged in five lines of 5-7-5-7-7 I have a Japanese sister Her name is Akira She does not speak English But understands French I understand French So she taught me About The Tanka Whilst we were waiting For […]

My uncle used to live in East London He had an unusual collection of photographs These included photos of the front door step At 37 Brewer Street where he lived until 2003 He then moved from East London to East London On South Africa’s Eastern Cape Before he left he gave me a small album […]

About a month ago I sat next to a freshwater lake I was reading the works of Kierkegaard As I often do when sitting next to freshwater lakes Jane was feeding the ducks and geese Who happily consumed the bread and buns I felt quite free and not at least anxious So much that a […]

I explore the primitive To discover the roots Of the colours within

evening train brightly lit reflected violet green flowers late of pink