Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside...

I am standing still. The sky swoon Over my glaring soul. The moon in angst Over a lover who fell On my shoulders. Everything, pressing On...

i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they...

If nobody is coming, I will return to myself, for myself.

I wish i could show you what I see when he falls asleep.  Those seconds before the song starts. A deep breath and eyes closed,  and the...

The fire brigade arrived 2hours after the fire had died down. They arrived to ash and toxic smoke, no strength of man or machine could...

I am drowning and i want to scream. I am screaming and I want to cry. I am crying and I am drowning again. I am Peter and I am...

There are small grenades that explode inside her chest. Her chest is an earthquake. Her chest attempts to take itself apart, attempts...

'WASI' Johannesburg is the city of lights and gold. The streets of Braamfontein, Maboneng and Melville are home to some of South Africa’s...

Nobody is coming.

Musicians and poets will descend on Stellenbosch this Friday for #YouAreInChainsToo, a jazz and poetry concert in solidarity with...

why do you always use words like ‘storm’ and ‘hurricane’ to describe your depression?  does it feel a little more natural that way?  does...

You scratch your finger with a paper.  It bleeds. The edge cuts deep. Your skin, an open mouth. Skin,  open tin can. Rigs and sharp...

Their are cracks growing in my teeth. Lightening has struck more than twice inside my mouth. I want to spew the sky out. I convulse in...

Pick it up, pick it all up. And start again. You’ve got a second chance, you could go home. Escape it all. It’s just irrelevant....

I need to stay away from scissors. Been meaning to cut the dreadful thoughts growing out of my head. Been branching out since three...

A eulogy for the walking dead.  The back story to a manifesto for loners. To read during or after the send off. It’s like I’m rolling, ...

Tired. Tired.  Tired. Tire. Get tired again. Admire. Love. Boys and other conspiracies. We drink, smoke and we get tired again. ...

Its bigger than religion. I have a strong yearning for knowing. Its like im rolling, this constant turning. A cursive continuous...