Her worst were the openings. Tim at the podium, reduced to an artist statement- a jumble of jargon, justification. Explanations he owed no one. Why…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Wendy stepped from out of the change rooms, usually reserved for sweaty sportsman, to meet a coliseum of twenty thousand followers. Upon her entrance some…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Letter on Shark's and Beer peeling I sit with shark alarms ringing in the bay bellow, children and adults scatter from the water, as they…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
From a road side stall-midnight- I see my destiny reflected in a cold cuppa chai You've been given the wings Frankie (I mutter to myself....prophetically…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Hip Without The Replacement I met Cheryl at a swanky Glenwood house party the other night. She marched over and introduced herself and we quickly…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Coca cola Buddhism New found Vegetarianism New wave Humanitarianism Coca- Cola BuddhismStudying palms Graft on self sustainable farmsI've heard organic veggies reach supernatural…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
Circles for so long After the wake, after the last drunken mourner has left, I make my way to my grandmother's room. Candle wicks burn…
neilcoppenSeptember 22, 2007
At 5'oclock Mrs Webb was woken by the first signs of dawn flapping in the curtain. She rose quickly, taking a moment to rub arnica…
neilcoppenApril 14, 2007
Durban is the sort of city that, thankfully even Michael Bolton skips on his touring itinerary. When events do occur, (such as the recent A1)…
neilcoppenMarch 25, 2007