musings

commentry musings travel

Sailing on the breath of a prehistoric yawn. Notes on Cambodia and Thailand

I said goodbye to Scotty a few days ago, he left for Australia to see his father, and I've spent the remainder of my travels…

neilcoppenFebruary 16, 2019

musings travel

Atlantic crossing Journals.

PART 1 Greetings from a land where the sea water is the colour of an overpriced Caribbean cocktail, the locals all talk like Bob…

neilcoppenJuly 13, 2017

commentry musings poetry

The pleasures of falling and flight.

For Vaughn on his 27th Birthday You gave me a palace in clouds, a JHB skyline dressed in mist and moonlight, dust-storms and thunder showers.…

neilcoppenSeptember 20, 2015

musings poetry

Inventory of a South Coast town.

Inventory of a South Coast town.Aryan kids sipping on over sized strawberry milkshakesarcades rotting avocadosbananas box-wine bikinisbouffants bakkies crocodile skinned Christianscold slawComplimentary blow-job shooters that come…

neilcoppenAugust 28, 2014

musings Short stories

IMPRESSSIONS OF FOGG

IMPRESSSIONS OF FOGG A Log Book 26th July -5 August 2013 I cast my eyes up from the jetty and can just make out the…

neilcoppenOctober 3, 2013

musings Short stories

FINN

When my grandmother was dying I used to hold up her body to the window so she could peer into garden outside. It was here…

neilcoppenJune 28, 2013

musings travel

You’ll find me in the Summer when the snow melts.

Dear Goose You'll find me in the summer when the snow melts. I took a tumble in the winter, tripped on an oversized ski- boot,…

neilcoppenJanuary 28, 2013

Childrens story musings

The African Aurora

Sweet Aurora For months I have been trying to pen you this letter yet have found myself inhibited by a paralysis of the imagination. I…

neilcoppenOctober 21, 2011

musings poetry

Will Brechtâ€™s Donkey Understand? : Notes on a Conference

All this talk of beauty Brecht's stuffed donkey Actors in falsetto flailing about in three interminable acts of crisis. Artistic arsonists Setting mountains on fire…

neilcoppenOctober 11, 2011

musings

Tricky Since Childhood

The scrape of their spades recalls your shoes on the driveway, heavy, home from work. Around five, winter dusk, sky murky purple. Often I'd pass…

neilcoppenJuly 19, 2010