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POETRY – Souls Instead of Bodies

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Boulders Beach, Simon’s Town, Cape Town PHOTOGRAPHY © Geoffrey Wright “If only you could seeSouls instead of bodies…” If you could see souls instead of bodies…Because one is the driverBecause the other is the vehicleIn my own land of my own birthI do not want to live as “the other”In my Long Walk To FreedomI… Read more

Waiting for Mr Wright. Chapter 5: Adam

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Teenage Trauma in the 80’s, Addiction to Surfing, Escapism from Authority, from Grommets to Heroes, to Worship at the Church of all Creation… The Caves at Koeël Bay. Adam.This beautiful man died. Social media said so. I am staring at my screen.The photo shows these three men in their youthful prime, sharing a laugh, sharing… Read more

Waiting for Mr Wright – Chapter 4: Why The Dark Side? 

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Surfing the Strand – Michael Thompson – Challenges of Youth which influence our Adult Self – Divorce and Community – Destructive Grudges and Friendship – Careless Memories of Duran Duran  So softly the season of summer of 1982 faded and so, with the sunshine the fashionable colours of baby pink and baby blue and baby… Read more

POETRY – Sir Gawaine 

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Sir Gawaine has departed us…  Do we judge him for choosing freedom?  What do you mean death is not all about us? What on Earth? I am not mean to myself feel sad, or I am being mean to not only feel sadness?  What in Heaven’s name do you mean it’s all about the deceased? … Read more

Waiting for Mr Wright 

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Chapter 3: Douglas Ziman – Gawaine Ziman – Michael Thompson Turbulent teenage years, facing the outside world of fashion and fascism…  “Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt.  You wanna hear she loves you, but the words don’t fit the mouth.  You’re a loser, a rebel, a cause without.  But don’t think me callous.”*  Rodriquez … Read more

Waiting for Mr Wright 

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Chapter 2 – Michael Thompson aka Little Mikey Thompson My Mum loved “Little Mikey Thompson”. I have to ask her why she had ever called him that. Michael was respectful and honest and responded with confidence and a smile. Never bragging never surreptitiously demanding reinsurance despite the terminals of young adolescent life. He was good… Read more