RHYME UPON A TIME 

Before you inundate me with valid and sensible reasons as to why Tweede Nuwejaar has now apparently moved from the 5th (tomorrow) to the...

AMAL WAS JAS! 'Amal is jas!', says the auntie to me as yet another group of colourful, swirling, swaying, costumed celebrants chase the...

So we're doing Tweede Nuwejaar tomorrow The sentence it's own irony Cause it's TWEEDE Nuwejaar for a reason you know Check your his- and...

For it is in remembering that we are truly loved The aches and pains, the trials and strains of living so gloved Your voice, your smile,...

At this time when there is much clamouring for the 'peace that knows no understanding' I'm a bit head-in-hand with the 'understanding...

It's a beautiful morning in The Mother City, maybe a touch hot already for a road march, but after all the controversy, rumour and...

15 December 2016 These lovely, hot days rounded off with the most beautiful sunsets as the year starts its slow close while the festive...

A beautiful day for sorrow and reflection Our most choice fingered for selection Now flow in the spirit of believing making it so Prayers...

COMING If you take your focus ever so slightly off the projection things are revealed to you which you might otherwise not be aware of,...

So I'm starting these conversations amongst Queer People about identity, community and manifestation, using my own journey as starting...

Cape Town, as lovely a place as can be Look carefully, you only see beauty The people compassionate, caring, kind Not the ones who are...

'Member as a kid those games that did not appeal to you And how you just opted not to partake if you did not want to? Or how, once you...

Presumably It should come as no surprise that internationally The prating about 'best for the global community' Quieted in silent pursuit...

Playing the man and not the ball Means little to the situation stand or fall Arguing specifics after the die is cast Puts you to bed with...

Best when confronted with evidence that jar the senses As first response to evaluate the integrity of your lenses The surface scratches...

SOMETIME Sometime I shall write a poem Playing with words and flow About nothing, and that empty column About silence and the noised ego...

They are unique, these heading-for-end-of-year days The wind before the storm in such myriad ways The cannot-change result of whatever...