Five Things You Should Stop Telling Me To Do

Five Things You Should Stop Telling Me To Do

We all see this every day: headlines that scream, 'Five things you should stop doing right now!' 'Three things you need to know.' 'Scared of the stock market? Do this today!' And on and on and on, from all corners, all comers, every wannabe pundit and pretend journalist and (groan) aspirant 'influencer.' Who are these [...]

Two photographs, and a poem

Two photographs, and a poem

If I have been remiss lately in posting my photographs, here are two images from an ongoing series on rural Ontario, with the promise that there will be more to follow. And just to mix things up, here is a teeny weeny poem from my Lost Poetry project. Words and pictures, folks, words and pictures! [...]

Lost Poetry Project – Two Pomes

Lost Poetry Project – Two Pomes

The Road We Travel I think about the road we travelled, How it all seemed so serene - The sun shone down, like no tomorrow, On timeless hills and fields of shimmering green. Yet there was work to do, and cares to manage, Your sick child never really out of mind. This journey too would [...]

1972 and all that

1972 and all that

In 1972 I became a first-year student at the University of Cape Town, an epochal event that may or may not have had something to do with the fact that massive student protests broke out that year at white, liberal, English-speaking campuses across the country. While the events at UCT, and Wits, and the other [...]

Did I know then it was over?

Did I know then it was over?

That long-ago momentin a hotel corridor -a woman’s soft mews and a man’sblunt panting. My own lifesuddenly unraveled,undone by this happiness.Or by no more than a mutuallysatisfactory encounter, a momentstolen behind a thin painted door.Until the couple stoppedwhatever they were doing.A sudden silenceand I moved quickly on.

African Fish Eagle

African Fish Eagle

This was not one of thoseSwooping soaringPhoto opportunities, you know,Where the bird glides in fromStage left andExits beautifullyTo the rightWith a pristinePink and silverSalmon or somethingA missile ready to launchFrom its clawFlakes of morning lightFalling from its not yet barbecuedFlesh. This was murder, a brawl in the shallowsWhich ended badlyFor the thrashing creature in the [...]