In an off-guard moment I am inevitably transported back to high school, and afternoon drives between Stellenbosch and Cape Town; to the root of my unease. The untold neuroses – building blocks of my youth. Thursday evening meetings at a clinic in Claremont where we’d all sit in a circle and play mind games. Grown women, being patronised by our male more...
I can’t sleep. I have a book to write it’s pouring out of my soul. I have huge canvasses to paint with angry colours. I have pictures to take and roads to run. There are gardens waiting for me. Roses that need planting! Beautiful, over red tomatoes awaiting my bite. Trees to climb wild lakes to swim. Pine-needles to roll in How can I possibly more...
it rained tonight and my hair fell out in bunches and in the mirror my eyes betrayed a fear too deep to hold and outside it was dark the water struck the roof with wild indifference and i sat on the floor staring at my scalp it rained tonight and my hair fell out in my hands and the solitude was inconsolable as i threw away the black strands of my womanhood more...
