Tag: literature

  • Dead Zone

    Dead Zone

    As I take the call, I step into a puddle of water, maybe it’s piss, maybe it’s blood from a mutated rat — I don’t bother to look. It’s after six and past my afternoon confession time with Jomo, and his generous hand.  I try to shake whatever I stepped…

  • The South

    The South

    Constantia Heights with her green belt Sparkling pearls and quiet comfort — towers Fynbos dunes lost in pallid plains and flats   The restless Cape Doctor ruffles my hair Shakes people and tickles old oaks — scatters Relics and phantoms into the pale sky   Ants wrestle desperately in the…