People don’t’ ask me whether I believe in God – and I don’t tell them. It’s not that I want to avoid Bible-punching: more that I have some anxiety about being able to explain adequately
BalmBalm
A lengthy right leg angles elegantly from wispy pillows of bubbly foam. A razor, lightly-held, slaloms its way down a ski slope of svelte shape, the snowcream of shaving foam parting easily under its touch.
Dark QuintetDark Quintet
Dead weight the paths behind us still on our heels we returned with wind on our faces into the air of the household and its company of chairs and passage. the curtained rooms had no
Week logicWeek logic
There is much in my life over which I have little control. At the moment it is the message: “It’s almost the mid of the week…” which opens my Tuesday phone; on Thursday: “It’s nearly
SLUNGSLUNG
“My eye – it’s gone!” But Roz hadn’t heard. Not above the rumble and roar of Seven Serpents plummeting and twisting its riders into the abyss. Then sudden darkness, a hissing of hydraulics and the
Three events of a young lifeThree events of a young life
The events I will here relate from my early years were formative in the development of my personality. They differ from memories. Memories are like a man standing on a promontory and looking out on
CandlelifeCandlelife
The root of the candle burns down into the wax and glows with lustre and light. Our eyes shine with warmth as it burns and burns down into its grave of fuel.
Kaliningrad et al.Kaliningrad et al.
Kaliningrad is not easy to find. Seeing “-grad” and thinking Russia, you spin the globe in its direction. It stretches east and west…somewhere in that vast domain lies Kaliningrad. But before you get lost somewhere
Night: Stage 3 loadsheddingNight: Stage 3 loadshedding
Nothing moves the tree in the pavement is a cut-out the sky above its ceiling all is airless a photograph of night funeral Nothing moves the world locked in the key of anonymous night sound
Loadshedding at midnightLoadshedding at midnight
Sleep not willing to bed with me I rose and sought the soft folds of water. Eyes to the stars I floated in the cool white sent by streetlights over wall and water. Suddenly the