The Corona Chronicles
A walk, a Judo roll, a ‘cushion fall’, a stretch, a shower, a bowl of fruit to allow thoughts to dart and roam while tethered on a rock of (un)certainty: we are a rare flare of light from the clash of distant gods – fragments, united by chance and circumstance
2020 and ?
Across the cavernous chasm of ignorance Perched tentatively on the cliff of laughter We gnash our teeth and try to remember innocence We remember how we were butterflies – our loads lighter How we darted randomly without a care or pretense How we danced on the wings of wind unaware of its hidden fire
Fragments united
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 a memory in full flight. Happiness is… brief because morning dew cannot stand the […]
Now that we are here, come, let us talk…
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 black’ Let us talk about black, where silence was born, the black where you, […]
Overheard
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: ‘Quiet, little light; do not flaunt your borrowed shadow I am the giver of light […]
You Came to Where you Have Been
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 a mask. You make Life, our soapy bubble, tremble in the wind Buffeted by […]
Do not be Crowned in Terror
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 cry makes me cry Ask me why my tear-glands are running dry Listen! I see […]
Death – what is it, one last time?
Is it a forced divorce of familial and familiar neural marriage, earlier wedded at the altar of mutual human recognition, and occasionally consummated through mirror-activity? Is it a forced remembrance of tomorrow’s Absence? A forced re-education of memory? Death: I wonder; is it a forced divorce from the familial and familiar?
Death – what is it again?
Is it a retreat from a conscious coherence into an unconscious incoherence? If so, will death, even as the finest ash, not slip into the quantum world of wave-particle duality? And if so, what is death but a continuous existence? Death: I wonder if it is a wave-particle thing
Death – what is it?
Is it a song sang as a quivering question to summon answers from scared spirits? Listen carefully: feel the frightened instruments; taste the tremble of the drums on dazed eardrums; hear the slingshots of sounds hurled towards the gods… Death: I wonder if it is a question sang to the gods
