Tell yourself a new story

Tell yourself a new story One that does not begin with shame Or the erroneous notion of being born broken That your very existence is flawed In need of redemption Or that life is a rehearsal In pursuit of eternal reward A promise of future paradise Bought with death and destruction And the oppression ofContinue reading “Tell yourself a new story”

Hopelessness

Prejudices rule the world Black and White Always fight Arab versus Jew And “we’re better than you.” A little boy with big, brown eyes His hands raised Germans praised The Korean girl screams The American dreams Humanity perverted Hope deserted. Hide your face in shame Dreams in vein An evil reign Cry my child cryContinue reading “Hopelessness”

The Rituals of our Remembering

In the shadow of Autumn In the season that invites retreat With red leaves shed like tears To pool beneath The ages old arms Of ages old trees We light a candle   We light a candle for you Who loved the flickering promise That dances in the flame’s orange-blue heart   We light aContinue reading “The Rituals of our Remembering”

The Roads we Travel

This is the road The yellow brick road The highway road The speedy road The road down which we run Towards the mirage of some future self The self we would become   This is the road The barren road The straight and narrow road The road that leads us on To the walled cityContinue reading “The Roads we Travel”

The Birds Still Sing

In the dappled shadows Beneath the leaves of Mangrove trees that breathe in Sunlight and saltwater I walk And slow my breath   And in the stillness Of that moment Against the silver gleam of green Grass shimmering Wet with morning dew I hear the birds sing   A hundred different sounds fill the skyContinue reading “The Birds Still Sing”

Just a bit discombobulated!

If ever there was a time to use the word discombobulated, this is it. It’s been a long and unsettling summer but just as the air clears from the ravaging bush fires and Autumn touches her umber paint brush to the leaves on the trees, we find ourselves, yet again, in a surreal world forContinue reading “Just a bit discombobulated!”

The Call of the Cape

Cape Town has always held a special place in my heart. It was the place where I first tasted independence, that somewhat scary but ultimately rewarding experience that comes when you have the freedom for self-discovery. As my university town, I grew up, figuratively anyway, in the shadow of Table Mountain. Having not been backContinue reading “The Call of the Cape”