A Guilty Breakfast

Wangari could sleep.  She could switch off almost completely. She goes off in an instant, like a thing without electricity. She lies very still (like milk inside the gourds you used to sell as a boy). She sleeps like a baby. You’ve told her she makes flesh of every expression that describes bottomless sleepers. She … Continue reading A Guilty Breakfast


the one with the carrot and stick

my mind is stuffed the way chicken are stuffed with somethings and nothings before an oven bake. because my head is full, today I am partaking in mind relaxing communion. I am a herb-ivore. Or what do you call a person who uses the herb hivo? Kurelax their mind. (not apologising for that pun by … Continue reading the one with the carrot and stick