Monday 27 August 2012


Fluorescent hanging from the ceiling
He types our name, our brother's name, our sister's name, our parents' names, our granparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, neighbours and friends. All the names

Our hands inked, front and profile
We march naked, already erased from the land of the living

Monday 20 August 2012

All right

Our cousin has come to visit us after many years in the other city.
 He speaks loud and says everything is all right.
 At night, we can hear the tears streaming down.

Monday 13 August 2012

The birds in the sky

The birds in the sky,
the bees flitting from flower to flower
Summer opens bathed in glorious azure.
Spiders, crickets, grass, flower all explode at once

Our sister wades the river.
Nowadays nothing touches her
She is our ghost

Monday 6 August 2012


Mother swashes across the tables. Smiles and caresses all around. Today she is happy. We care she does not take more than she should. Father crosses his arms. We scatter around the garden. Under the trees lies our sister. Her eyes moon, her body cowers. In silence we retrieve the accosted limbs.
The black car waits.