Winter Tires

Combatting winter neglect

When it’s winter, I find I let things slide. Or maybe they slide all by themselves, and I just don’t do anything about them. That’s often because I find I’m quite unaware that something needs doing. Take, for instance, some … [read more]

Poem: tibet

to tibet she thinks where it is quiet i wish to sit in a little cell of stone and gold my clothes and things would not be important and i would listen to the birds in my heart to decide … [read more]

Poem: [what remains …]

what remains is a certain feeling an aridity a lawless guilt some unsung heroes in the quiet the midmorning after you gunned me down with your love took me in your arms and pressed so tight what was then i; … [read more]

typewriter by beta500 via Flickr


Between 1990 and 1995, I wrote poetry. Drawn to finding a creative outlet during a time of newfound English language proficiency, I stumbled upon a group of Cape Town poets organized by Peter Horn, then professor of German at UCT … [read more]

Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen a lucky man this Christmas

Leonard Cohen in 2008 by Rama. This Christmas, music took a strange turn towards the democratic, at least in the UK. And it did so in a fairly unexpected way: not in iTunes or because consumers voted with their credit … [read more]

Pair of colourful socks

Wool socks!

Wool socks are a remarkable discovery. My dad had grey wool socks when memory starts for me – a holdover from Germany in the 1960s, no doubt. Soon after, everyone started to wear cotton socks: they were supposed to be … [read more]