Trying Again

I find myself at my desk today, anxious to produce something worth reading. Hoping my words won’t fail, crossing my fingers for inspiration. Wishing I could be a fraction as good as the women and men I grew up reading, capable of spinning captivating tales seemingly out of air thick with fog. In the silence […]

if i must be

Someday I suppose I will come to terms with the fact of my existence as far as it can be proven to be true. In the meantime, I must practice gentleness with myself and learn to be less serious, for seriousness can make one sour and no one really likes a sour person. And indeed, […]

Long days

Sometimes I like long, seemingly endless days because they make me feel like I have time to redeem myself; like maybe I can make progress in correcting my flaws. Breakfast at 7:30 on a Sunday morning and the rest of the day to take things in and laze about. I realized how much I hate […]

to sleep…

I feel like going into a deep slumber. The world seems to take and take and take. I need rest. I have capitulated and now I must recover. Perhaps 7 months will do me good. Arbitrary numbers don’t bring bad luck. Perhaps on my awakening I will have built something worth anything. But as of […]


In the graves where people and dreams go to die, I have often sat thinking of outcomes of lives. The grand marble stone on my left holds a name It hides what must once have been a person of importance. Several metres away from my feet stands a simple wooden cross – A symbol of […]

The Affectations of the Heart

You’re sitting in a bar on a Tuesday afternoon even though you don’t drink alcohol unless you want to die. (Telling.) You’re trying to be normal and it works for a while; you think you have everyone fooled. But you were always stubborn for the truth so you knew what you were doing to yourself. […]

6.30 in the country

I don’t know what it is about dusk. It’s something beautiful and mysterious that makes me feel whole. Dusk in the city is lovely, but dusk in the country is an enchanting experience. Perhaps that’s only because it’s a rare occurrence for me, having been born and raised in the city. Perhaps country-dwellers find it […]

Scientist or Artist?

When I was younger, I always wanted to be left-handed instead of right-handed. I had read somewhere that the majority of artists are left-handed and that was what I wanted to be, an artist. Artists were hip, and real and free. In character, though, I’ve always been more scientific, so to speak. Pragmatism is my […]

Do not go gentle

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” – Dylan Thomas This is an excerpt from one of my favourite poems. It makes me think of the human condition. What am I here for? What is my purpose? Am I just a statistic? Have I left my […]

To the West

Dear West, That’s you, Europe and America. It’s your former slaves, Africa. We assume you can tell that we’re going to be direct here, so let’s not waste time exchanging niceties. We just felt like taking you on a trip down memory lane, for old time’s sake. Shall we? Remember that time you took nations […]