Monday, 30 April 2018

Norman's Gold

Norman's Gold

cups –

you can't make
with them,

only that
which might hold
gold -

just as
you can't make

out of clay,
but only


Thursday, 26 April 2018

Cape Rain on the Road

The red and brown summer fields
- dead from the drought they endured -
are dark

with wet -
as if they were blushing with

Road vignette

The black trees
scorched last year
have paled into purple -

royaled into colour
burnt orange trunks
are livened

by coiling

Thursday, 19 April 2018

The Only Altar - two launch readings coming up

Two significant events next week in the littleness of my days - a launch of The Only Altar in my old haunt, Murdoch Valley, in the very road I once lived for over 19 years; and in Fish Hoek, at Norman's publisher Jim Phelps' house, where Norman and I met for the first time. I could not look at Norman initially for the magnetic pull I felt coming from him, on account of which I imagined he would be huge in size. How surprised I was when he was at eye level to me!

The Fish Hoek launch is private, but there is still space for bums in Murdoch Valley. 

Wednesday, 18 April 2018


The shell is not washed smooth -
toothed ridges
still stand -

umber tips
dot an ochre body
I wish

I could put
your hand.

Thursday, 12 April 2018


I've just written, and published, the words for the Gratitude page on my website ... that virtual house of mine still under construction - arguably the space given to gratitude constitutes the most important room in any building!

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