September 2010
At The Circus
Fri, 24/09/2010 - 08:16 — Pete KaluLate, me and she wriggle through the turnstiles.
The tannoy is playing The Kemptown Races Doo Dah Doo Dah
Clowns in suits spring briefcases of jack-in-the-boxes.
The trapeze artists are up next. My mind spins off to you.
Only you can reach me. I would have to walk along air to reach you.
You will need courage and balance – there’s no safety wire.
Pakistan 6
Thu, 23/09/2010 - 07:53 — Pete KaluWomen walk purposefully on the street
in the early morning: a child has died.
A figure in a white kameez walks steadily
The brown donkey with white sack on its back
keeps pace
A man has climbed a feather leafed tree
And, cigarette between his lips, chops branches
With a short headed axe
A motorbike with pillion passenger
Moves slowly along the track, its blue exhaust mixing with
the smoke of smouldering grass
A broken concrete road in a field of swirling dust
In one month the monsoon rains will come, he says
And the water will rise to the level of your head
She WAS waving!
Wed, 22/09/2010 - 07:47 — Pete KaluDr. Pia, in an article entitled "It Doesn't Look Like They're Drowning" featured in the Coast Guard’s On Scene Magazine (Fall 06), describes the typical drowning response as follows: "... Drowning people cannot wave for help. Nature instinctively forces them to extend their arms laterally and press down on the water’s surface. Pressing down on the surface of the water permits drowning people to leverage their bodies so they can lift their mouths out of the water to breathe. Throughout the Instinctive Drowning Response drowning people cannot voluntarily control their arm movements.
Early Mornng
Wed, 22/09/2010 - 07:44 — Pete KaluEarly Morning
Sometimes, drifting out of sleep,
I wonder what street is it outside
Which woman is lying in my arms and
Did she bring a spare set of clothes,
Or will she require breakfast
How many legs do I have
Do I have to report for work today
Am I married right now
How old am I, am in a hotel?
Chapter Three of a Reworked Novel - A Sneak Preview...
Mon, 13/09/2010 - 00:49 — GiftContext: Its 1985, and Zimbabwe has just gained Independence, but there is the threat of civil war in the air. David, a bookworm aged ten, watches from his school fence as soldiers violently break up a riot, beating old women, slashing open the stomachs of pregnant young women. One of the soldiers rapes a woman David is besotted with. David faints, and is rescued by his teacher. We pick up the story here....
Chapter Three