Spaces, faces and places
The spoken word
She wears her poverty like a cloak Licence to speak Freedom to be A freak To get 3rd helpings and chew them loudly Daring anyone present, to object She will hit you with her shack In the informal settlement A reminder of all the ways …
I want to go away someplace warm With Toni and Rowan… By the sea; collect shells and sink our feet in the cool sand. I want a typical holiday; hotel lobbies and sand castles Fake potted plants or real dotted palms The sun streaming through …
There is a deep love for Africa in the soul. Potholes, dusty pavements, rich soils. The sun comes down happy and joyous on this beautiful continent. I can try and explain the passion for this dear land, But mostly I just feel her…in my gut. …
What a cliche it all is. That while you stood there, I stared. That when you smiled, I crushed. That when you laughed, it was like a tinkling of beautiful gems. What a cliche I am. That I could not resist. That I couldn’t not …
To all the faces I brace, Against…smile an armour, I use…like a talisman. It is easier to speak of the height of the sun, Than delve into the tin to find soft tissue. It is lighter to talk of the dust that impersonates sand, Than …
