Does this sound Greek to you, poweticklishly?

Does this sound Greek to you, poweticklishly?

Does this sound Greek to you, poweticklishly?   Greece   PANDORA DEFYING MYTH like the tremors of your voice running the scale of a guitar the winds that swirl around your limbs waft pefumes in turn delicate and pungent reminding me of the high cliffs of a...
THE ROSE TREE

THE ROSE TREE

THE ROSE TREE Shelly and Minica brought me a gift oh, not a beautifully wrapped present as they are wont to gratify me with tokens of their sisterly love   No, this time, they gave me something that can only be defined as otherworldly, magical, straight out of a fairy...
REMEMBRANCE OF A CORRECTED PAST

REMEMBRANCE OF A CORRECTED PAST

  Mamica had read the following poem years ago and came back to it occasionally   REMEMBRANCE OF A CORRECTED PAST    When poring over the yellowed photograph of a radiant and beautiful woman, bringing it to your lips, you play the alchemists, changing its...
MAMICA MIA, MOTHER BELOVED

MAMICA MIA, MOTHER BELOVED

  This poem was written a few days before Mamica’s last journey, on 24 March 2013, but I felt too sad to send it to her, so that she never knew about it … but now she does. MAMICA MIA, MOTHER BELOVED Mamica mia, don’t go away i know this to be a vain prayer...
CAPE PROVINCE, SOUTH AFRICA, MID-1940‘s

CAPE PROVINCE, SOUTH AFRICA, MID-1940‘s

I must be two and a half or maybe three years old we’ve just returned from the beach in Muizemberg we’re climbing the stairs to our guesthouse I feel terribly hot, the sun was blazing this afternoon you’re just behind me, then suddenly I see you fall and slip down the...

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