Kap Kirwok (2009) Words have power. No surprise there. We know this because words can heal or hurt; they can tickle and tame an impulse. Words can titillate, incite and excite. They can also lift or crash the human spirit.…

Kap Kirwok  (2009) Bubble. It is a simple, two-syllable word that sounds innocent enough. On closer examination, however, you quickly discover that it can be a window to a whole world of meaning about life. This year the word bubble has…

Mum: Slippery certainty, and the solidity of a suckle on a teat.   Mama: To still my thoughts and dream. Yes, to dream less, but, dear mama, I dream about you still.   Grandma: A fleeting fragment of faith in…

Now that we are here, trembling with rage, let us talk about a silence that throbs in the dark; a fertile silence that crawls like a snake in a cage – hissing – ‘I am blessed, my colour is NOT…

The moon says to the sun: ‘Let’s meet at midnight to admire our shadows; come, listen to the tone of the fugitive sound as water makes sand from the rock of sorrows’   The sun, speaking in elongated silences, replies:…

You came here, but here is where you have always been You have been here, not seen, not foreseen.   Now we see your beauty in the crown of terror And yet, from dawn to dusk, our beauty hides behind…

My Daughter… Do not wipe the lonely tear as it rushes down your face in fear No! Let it yield to gravity’s pull I know it does not make you look cool!   My Agemates… Ask me why my daughter’s…