Moon Light

I worship the sun, but I yearn for the moon – on full beam yet tranquilising our daytime hullaballoos. Gliding with grace, an ethereal sister, she illuminates the quiet – casting daily spells upon our wrestless hive. “Why do you resist?” She wonders, arching around – silently tracing her ancient trail, to the world turned … More Moon Light

Should

It is your duty to fill those high heels with femininity and zeal – the rouge of your sex, the desire to be vulnerable and ultimately vexed. You are obliged to compete in the rat race to refine, define and keep a pace – streamline and flex for success, wind yourself up and then revel … More Should

Fishing, for what?

The warm grip of the Spanish heat loosens with each whistle of the wind, releasing me from its luxurious caress momentarily – bringing me back to my surroundings as though a valium induced haze had lifted. I push back onto my arms, let my hair tickle my back and kick out my legs. The fishermen … More Fishing, for what?

Meditation

The wind tickles my face. The waves seem to wash right through me, before colliding with the harbour rocks below. Thoughts swirl in circular motion, peppered with the pulse of my mantra which drives the moment deeper. My dangling feet are numb, only the pressure from the weight of my legs over the smooth edge … More Meditation

Afro Beat

Watch him bounce alone on his dreary isle – nothing but the crescendo of flowing traffic for rhythm, defining his space. Those cocker spaniel eyes and that gleeful smile – his old lips stretched like a thin elastic band, hooked upon his overgrown ears. Childish knee bends and manic head wiggles, clasping his wheelie street-cleaner-bin … More Afro Beat

To Do:

  Start without stopping drag the pen over the page don’t rest until the mark is made – make your mark – scratch, scrawl, scribble so that itch is no more. Let the rhythm sink in – don’t dare look around – open the vibrations, dig your feet in the ground and let those shoulders … More To Do:

Reversible

The sun filters through the rainbow umbrella – sifting the stifling heat with a full spectrum of colour. The flat-water laps lazily at our boat as we wait. The air is still. Eyes are fixed on the horizon. Beyond the corridor of bleached reeds and mangroves are dry looking trees. Far away, just beyond our … More Reversible