1. A conversation
2. A good feeling
3. At the time
4. Dreams and scale
5. An X
6. Bret
7. Gerrard
8. Knock on the floor
9. Matchboxes
10. New mix
11. Newspapers
12. Purple
13. Sebastian
14. Steve
15. Wisdom of gardens
16. What would it be
17. Dropping wine glasses
18. Two memories
19. The Ninja Tunes
20. When she agreed
21. Tattoos
22. Back in Joburg again
23. Wind
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When she lies in front of me with my hand between her legs then I start to understand the calligrapher. The artist writer. The curves and lines, thickening and thinning. Through the most gentle pressure to pushing harder, up and up waiting and then sliding down the other side of the letter. Perhaps cupping at the bottom. The end of a g or a y. At the top you can dot your i. The calligrapher who expertly holds what is between his hands. His crazy endeavour to tantalise the eye. To lead it as if one followed the movement of the clouds passing each other in the sky. In a dim light, late at night, a body lying flat with legs just narrowly parted and my words all over her, like tatoos.
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