I know more about fire than you do. I’ve been burning for close on forty years. She ran up the steep slope of her childhood home when I couldn’t burn the crumpled paper, as promised, with rays from the sun concentrated through broken glass. She ran to fetch her mother’s matches, she secretly knew where … Continue reading »
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God and Smokes – Philip Vermaas
At the village circle, on the corner at the petrol station, I saw a man long mad. He stood and ranted at the sky, seeing no one on earth, and everyone on earth crossed the street or kept looking forward while passing him. There was fever in his bulging eyes. He shook his hands at … Continue reading »
Man’s Best Friend – Philip Vermaas
I passed the house up the road and saw the young man arrive. He was dressed for something in his trendy jeans and licked-up hair. He drove a workman’s truck with plastic tubes and stuff hidden under a blue cloth. He might have been a pool guy, but this was a personal call. He waited … Continue reading »
Market Day by Philip Vermaas
My father is not a market person, not a wanderer amongst the trinkets unless he’s committed to the whim of others and, in good humour, is going along and taking that measure of alleviation which you do when doing things others enjoy. My father is not a market person, he’s a scheduler and surgical shopper … Continue reading »
