Fickleness, Fickledom, Fickility.

Yes, I am fickle. To that end, this certainly did not last. I couldn't be kept away from Tumblr. Tried for a while...but its fairer to Blogger to simply end this affair and move on. I am continuing on Please do find me there. Thank-you so much for following me here on blogger. xx


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New York, you were wonderful. The Mother City calls, however. She isn’t my real mum, but I love her still.
I'm listening. You have to respect the call when it comes. Was due to fly back to Cape Town last Mon. But it was all a little too soon. I was in Boston part dreaming and surrounded by love when the plane left from JFK and I wasn’t on it. My spirit wasn’t ready to leave just then, and there was too much to do.
But oh, the U.S has been incredible. The wonderful people I have met and experienced, the places I have been from the National Poetry slam in Boston, to Manhattan, to Brooklyn…the artists and poets I have been lucky enough to meet and spend time with, the love I have felt.
Where else…fried chicken, cornbread, collard greens and cupcakes all in a day?
Where else never sleeps?
Where else…6 different Snickers flavours in one kiosk (in this kind of place, how can any one person fully decide on a life partner?) Ah, the paradox of choice.
To my dear, beautiful friend Rosa for housing me…feeding me, clothing me (sometimes) to Wonderful Sam, to lovely, lovely Cynthia. Love you folk. Catch up soon.


You said, 'I love you."

Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one other is still the thing we long to hear?
'I love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it, we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.

Jeanette Winterson. Written on The Body.

true love.