12
May
I’m doing Pilates when I notice it, all the dust under the coffee table. Under the sofa too. And I’ve just swept, I think. The instructor continues ….pelvic floor… sit bones… but now I’m...
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06
May
The first letter was sent by accident. I know this because my name is not Carl, nor do I have a cat named Turtle. But this unusual moniker seemed like something I’d lead with...
02
May
From the apartment window, I can see the old man who lives across the street. His tin roof held down by children's toys. A dusty deflated basketball. An old pink tricycle. A broken rattle...
01
May
That little rat is always at our door. He likes the shoes. We’ve put out traps (humane) and moved our footwear indoors. He still comes.
Maybe he’s bold because it’s his year. A year of...
30
Apr
It’s a nice alleyway, but noisy.
Whenever someone walks through, turns on their bike or scratches themselves, the dog (house 95/5) barks. Not just once: bark, bark, bark, bark. A piercing metronome.
The boys (95/12) seem...
28
Apr
I pick apart the hot dog bun with my thumb and index. It’s dry, so I add more ketchup. The pump is overexcited or maybe I’m too nervous, sugary tomato sauce lands unnoticed on...
26
Apr
For a few seconds, I suppose I go into a kind of trance. I feel a sensation on my forearm and assume it’s a raindrop, auguring a Mexican summer hailstorm. Then I glance down...
25
Apr
I haven’t read a book in ages, not felt the dry crisp paper between my fingers or lost myself in the black and white text on the pages. Forever. Everything is digital and fast,...
24
Apr
I am the most sought after ventriloquist in the Karoo. Each day a crowd gathers on my stoep. They have mottled intentions, some wanting to ooh and others wanting to aah. Some are sheep....
22
Apr
And so it goes. I feel weight lift off my legs and hear a heavy thud as 40 kilograms of chocolate Labrador leaps to the ground. There is the scratch of nails on the...
