RHYME UPON A TIME 

In the beginning the movement was in The spark that starts the blessed art But hold rushing to the false conclusion The next step pushing...

Adjust, all due a dust, your attitude Not just, though tinted rust, a platitude Birth how hope must, how value accrued Through trust in...

When you grew up Did you want to be an apocalypse? Did you mean for your crust to be crisp? Was the looming Always this gloom and room...

How about sharing this story Mother Nature again abundant with glory Rain or shine, foul and fine Supposed manifestations of the divine...

If you can remember Every impulse brings you here Where what was no longer is - you see And what is not yet - what will be Every step, a...

'No use crying over spilt milk' And other sayings of that ilk Are often lost in translation No context, insight, or explanation...

Rhyme and reason Measure the weather by the season Listen to the elders advise But normalize instinct in youthful guise Drink to...

The landscape escapes no doomed scenario Wracked and used by a diseased Lothario Shrouded, misted, post-apocalyptic A metaphoric second...

If Shaleen was poor, she was poor in that way that artists are poor - the way they navigate the vagaries of job-to-job income, the...

Salaam, Molweni, Awèh, Namasté! Try for a lekker, love-filled Thursday! The morning in The Mother City grey But it's Cape Town, the day...

A fair morning in The Mother City, The day offering a different kind of pretty Clouds on the horizon and grey sunshine Temperatures doing...

A classically beautiful morning That finds The Mother City this dawning Of the blue sky, birdsong variety Falling on dissonant society...

The Short (and Sweet) I've no retort For the report I constantly resort As if by deliberate thought To parading the sweet and sour The...

Calling All Angels At first wondered what the angels were here for Why the dragons were arrayed as if ready for war Forgetting I called...

Dear People Since Dear White People has dissipated Needed but not appreciated And now Voetsek ANC came to be And Black Lives Can't...

We're in a sad, sorry way Hardly started and it's already a desperate day While elections and politics our only solution What to do till...

!Gai Tses on this beautiful day Brilliant in that special Cape Town way Reminding that however we're stressed We are also remarkably...