Morsels of Morning

After a long fallow period when poems did not come easily to me, I decided I was over thinking things. On my morning walks, I am often inspired by something I see – the colour of the sky, shape of a tree, a creature that crosses my path, and the moon, always the moon. Occasionally…

Squeaky Nights

‘tis the season when the doors don’t close when windows stick and drawers jam when jam is fresh as fruit falls freely and days are drenched in cuckoo calls but the nights! oh the nights dusk settles as silent bats swoop but deep in the dark the big bats squeak frogs creak and click and…

Sense of Place

I was a little startled to be asked by Makhubalo and Lungile Ikaneng of uBuntu Nest to participate in their OneMuntu Storytelling Festival. However, it did not take me long to get over myself and accept. Everyone is doing something new and online these days, so why not me? After having to cancel live performances…

Streetside

This evening we had planned a little celebration of Poetry of Place at uBuntu Nest in Howick. It is not happening, obviously. This is one of the poems I would have read tonight, so am sharing it here instead. I hope you will book for the evening when it does happen. The backstory to this…

An Unruly Story

Writing is a rather random thing. Occasionally, a perfectly formed sentence, a poetic turn of phrase or snippets of intriguing conversation gallop towards one out of the blue. You need to be quick!  Grab a pencil and try, at least, to pin down the tail of the thought as it races by.  Sometimes you can’t…

Feral in the Free State

I have loved Verkykerskop since I first stumbled upon it and visited as often as I can. I wrote Verkykerskop in 2012 and Back at Binocular Hill the next year – if you are interested. I was there this week to say goodbye to the marvels as they move on to new adventures. Many will…

The Weeks Fly By

The mist rolls in the day resumes the sun peeps out something blooms the damp rises the branch aches the web shivers something breaks the river runs the postman smiles the clouds collect something dies the weeks fly by as we anticipate the one moment an imagined date that might make life worth the wait…

One Woman’s Weeds…

I have been doing a little weeding around my cos lettuce, cavalo nero and mizuna. Lots of what I take out will go into supper and the rest to make weed tea.  As you will know from previous posts, I am a fan of weeds.  Have you read Weeds, Glorious Weeds?  or Wild Greens?  Tried…

Bird

Two weeks ago, a ring-necked dove flew into my window and died.  The imprint of it’s wings and body are still on the glass, along with a couple of feathers.  I moved it under the tree.  Over the weeks I have observed another ring-necked dove right beside it, sometimes just sitting, sometimes flapping it’s wings…

Snapshots of Splashy

I spent a week at Splashy Fen with the Sushi Sistas and had so much fun. We served up sensational vegan food all day, swam in the river, danced until late. Snapshots of Splashy Marigolds fly Unicorns float Mushrooms roll Fresh pears poke Robots wink Cranes call Nipples grin While raindrops fall Stilts stride Sistas…