The same mute question that you meet in the street
is the ancient question that ancestors grappled with
the question that crackles and pops like heated oil
A question that unfurls like a flag
and ...
The mute tears we share
without embracing
The masked smiles
we transmit from a distance
calculated by health authorities
each of us looking stunned
from a measured remove
eyes perplexed
...
On Fridays daddy would sit and laugh
and stretch his legs
and stretch his ears
He would tell jokes
and do all kinds of funny things
to make us laugh
as we rolled on the sand
He would ...
To fail or to flourish
to wither or to win
is how colourful
the melody of life is
Lively open arms
and easy smiles
open doors
inviting embraces
the joy of company
the massage of
...
Cradling a new born vibration
that deserves another iteration
that will still the heartbeat of the nation
especially on the occasion
of temporal dislocation
for we are not calling for cessation
...
Eyes agog
hands sanitised
mouths muzzled
we are front-seat witnesses
to wanton antics
of smirking imps
with itchy fingers
The allure of foxes
in pimpmobiles
fuelled by pilfered...
If I had my way I would burrow
into the sand, dig a furrow
into the belly of this land
perhaps lift myself above the clouds
in some hot-air balloon
to check out the real colour of the sky
...
It was a balmy Saturday
when we buried him like treasure
mournful songs lingered
hilarious anecdotes hugging
stories of remembrance
social distancing
failing to contain sobs
triggered by f...
Death wears a multicoloured mask
it punctually keeps its own odd beat
it strikes like a crafty thief
leaving us hollow
and wounded
Death is a familiar stranger
lurking around alleyways
hi...