Mood: That scene in the movie. The kid wolf is running in step but out of step with the rest of the pack, keeping up, but excited. Each of the other wolves eyes are set on the path ahead, but the kid wolfs’ eyes dart this way and that proud to be part of a pack after years of being…
The things we try to catch
The things we try to grasp are fleeting. We see them as they fly by and chase them down the rabbit hole, never stopping for tea. We stay eyes opened waiting for one to pass by in the periphery, barely visible. The things we try to catch are like the eye of the stepper to the roaming flanker, to notice…
Amabe
(for Nyawira Nderitu 1943 – 2017) Taflase* Taflase Taflase taflase seven times in this moment of mourning on this day of memory, I stand a trembling tongue without the language to echo across the void. I must begin with those who died opposed, towards a notion yet to be clear who threw themselves back after watching their friends…
Face Down
It became ‘take as little as possible from the other” and because the other before you had learned this lesson they overcompensated, giving you more than you deserved. The product of two unhealthy situations is not a healthy situation. Rather it is a balance of two violences. Steady ground so fragile that the touch of your feet can break it.…
Towards Soon
“First, spread dissatisfaction. Nothing is working, nothing anywhere is working. Ensure that it looks like there is a fundamental crisis. This is simple enough if there actually is a number of fundamental crisis to pick from. And, while the people might understand that things are as they always have been, it will always be easy enough to make it look…
Desert Storm
(A Response) Mood: It’s that one dream. The one they keep showing in the movies. You are walking down a road, everything seems okay and then suddenly the road disappears, and you’re falling. (Perhaps it is important to begin with a dedication, to you – the one who threw themselves into the depths of the impossible. For you who has…
Picture Perfect
Mood: In an old story a father of great means spends 17 years trying to find his daughter a ping pong ball with pink spots (in the world of the story they don’t exist – and it doesn’t make sense for the father to just get one made because logic). She dies at 18, unsatisfied. Desire is cruel. Welcome to…
Fertilizer
Mood: You’re always working, they said. Come out with us – let’s have some fun. Rain drop. I am just a moment that has been suspended in freefall for so long that I have lost all concept of time, motion and circumstance. All that I know is I was, is and currently am – as I always have been. Now.…
X Marked the Spot
Mood: You have an old dvd somewhere – you’re sure you do. So you spend the entire day cleaning your dvd collection to find it (it was in the wrong case) (you have a large dvd collection). It’s a movie you loved back in the day, but you loved the DVD most because it had the director’s cut and deleted…
For my Next Trick
Mood: We all know that magic is not real. The Rambo bamboo boom boom guy on KBC had us convinced for a while, but as soon as we figured out you can tie handkerchiefs together, we were done. Still we kept watching. Not because we thought it was true – because we know it isn’t. But because the things we…