Poet Commentaries

November 2017


November 13, 2017 // 0 Comments

There is some old money in the old country, this always makes me suspect of my roots.  Perhaps slave trading is in my genes; or pirating.  I comfort myself knowing there [...]

The First Snow

November 12, 2017 // 0 Comments

It is like a switch being turned on.  I will say “it will snow when it snows” or “we should not expect anything until Christmas”, pretending to be [...]

Is the Fridge Light On

November 9, 2017 // 0 Comments

Is the Fridge Light On…(I know) Bagged Joy In the Cellophane Church the killing floors are hidden and feathers do not fly. Sustenance in a box. I hunt joy. I get the [...]

An African Man

November 7, 2017 // 0 Comments

An African Man   Somewhere in 1966. Somewhere between boyhood and manhood I was sixteen the train trip from Ndola in Northern Rhodesia and Queenstown in the eastern Cape [...]

Sticks, Stones and Nemo

November 6, 2017 // 0 Comments

It is hard to believe but this next poem was written while I contemplating bleached teeth that are just way too white.  Teeth, like the first stanza of this poem, need to [...]