Litnet

"at a delicate and fragile eighty
she still wears mascara
lavender and lace"

"Visions of soft, weeping rain drenching fynbos
A lonely, cold krantz echoing baboon and jackal"

"The power of a soothing, steaming
Slightly searing Epsom salts bath"

"Combining human touch and technology
The net of memory
The web of unity"

"There is longitude
there is latitude
diagonals
depth and circumference"

"Adorable and romantically possessed,
but with good looks no longer blessed,
he still delighted in the liveliness of progeny"

"Like the sea I have chased with my mother, and like
all of these words, I am thinking of you too much."

"I am finally on my own again. Flying solo. Gather this, hunt this, reward yourself with this."

"I have a certain knowledge of madness that no one else speaks of, a certain kind of madness that comes alive at midnight."

"The night wind sprang up suddenly,
like a startled rat"

"lit like fisherman’s lantern
Swinging in a dark sea"

"a corpse deceased and silent,
it touches the wet, grey beach"

"We all had feathers. Then we all had wings. Then we were shipped back home to our physical address."

“Dancing, delicate
Bleached and starched”

“I am Emily Dickinson’s winter revisited in Amherst-land. I am so much more aware of age and getting older than I have ever been.”

“When I’m with Lewis, I think of you; when he yells at me, I think of you; when he hits me, I think of you, Malcolm ...”

“He would never enter the hellhole of a bookmaker’s betting room. So, he would never see how amicably people like old Jonathan were received in the betting room ...”

“Such freedom to cut the deadlines,
Tear off the expiry dates”

“Oh, mothers, if you could live to see
the state that your babies are in!”

“I think you changed a part of me.
I think I am a little more gangster, too.”