Poetry

Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat Plato must have needed the flame of a candle, and a concave mirror to project his images of trees and animals upon the cave wall. The projectionist moves his slides quickly, in and out of the lantern, palms p...

  Air   1. First Breath   All I can do is breathe and crystal pebbles gently drop into me one after another with the sound of the childhood bell announcing that the always overweight and slightly asthmatic Santa Claus finally...

To See Her Full Like Filled Seats In a restaurant you both can’t afford, this is the third dinner. The birds in your shirt want to leave. It’s just the wind, you lie as you heard he does his hair worn like hands of a moss. From smirk like poo...

Isle            No far-fetched fragrance was your familiar Amid Rodos’ dark shambles of mountains By that Trojan ocean, where first we met, Dishing wine in every vintage tavern. I savoured t...

*Elegy for a Nation (For Chinua Achebe at 70 ) I Ah, Chinua, are you grapevine wired? It sings: our nation is not dead, not clinically Yet. Now this may come as a surprise to you, It was to me. I thought the form I spied Beneath the frosted...

Grahamstown Opera (For Jamie) I How could I say all I wanted to say, when you snatched the questions in my throat, bleeding my thoughts? On the road from Grahamstown, your serenity was a ferocity at the steering. Yes, the steering,...