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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

commentry poetry

Absence makes the vine grow longer

You left me with... 1.) A green piggy bank (in the shape of an elephant). Loot from one of your car-boot sale trawls. A relic…

neilcoppenJanuary 4, 2012

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

poetry Short stories

A body undone

On a hospital slab. Insides out, body parts in plastic bags, cotton wool taped over eyes. The anaesthetist reaches over and touches a braid of…

neilcoppenAugust 19, 2009

poetry

August Apocalypse

Beauty in my review mirror Squinting nonchalant into the sun Friday 5 o'clock traffic Head cocked in half thought Lips shaping the lyrics to some…

neilcoppenAugust 15, 2009

poetry

Tin Foil Wreck

Slide open my bathroom window framing a far- off freeway. Clear sleep from crusty eyes. Three am. Suburbs still except for the sound of just…

neilcoppenJuly 23, 2009

poetry

Myth

If I could eradicate the myth What might that leave you with? I have my own less prohibitive but they are myths all the same…

neilcoppenJuly 21, 2009

poetry

Second Hand Sentiments

Give me step ladders and terminaly ill light bulbs Blinking to the painful end Give methe silenced song of my grandmother's singer sewing machineYour afflictions…

neilcoppenJuly 19, 2009

musings poetry

That it should come

Four years you sat in mom's closet. Behind the birthday soaps, hand creams and Christmas-card packs.In a closet In a packet In a box with…

neilcoppenNovember 18, 2008

The pleasures of falling and flight.

Inventory of a South Coast town.

Absence makes the vine grow longer

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

A body undone

August Apocalypse

Tin Foil Wreck

Myth

Second Hand Sentiments

That it should come

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