Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The Map On My Skin

Those aren’t scars.

That’s where life underlined the important parts of you.

Monday, May 29, 2017

The Love Of Last Meals

We're in your apartment and you're making dinner and we're laughing and I’m struggling not to tell you that this might be the best my life has ever been and somehow, I know if I tell you, you won’t believe me.

We're in your apartment and I want to tell you that even after everything that's happened to me, I can love you.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

The Spinning Heart

Please take a moment to be still.

Even if it’s only as long as it takes to read this.

I know no one told you, but it’s your turn to hold the universe today.

It’s your turn to keep it safe. So don’t be angry at anyone, especially not yourself. And if you were thinking bad things about who you are, stop.

Remember that when you’re kind to your heart, you’re kind to all of us.

And please. Be careful with yourself and the universe. Because the feeling you have right now in your chest is what it feels like when it spins.

So hold still.

You are holding the universe, in your heart.

Friday, May 12, 2017

See you tomorrow, Johannesburg!

I'll be at The Kingsmead Book Fair tomorrow for two sessions, reading a bunch of poetry and signing books - I really hope I see you there! Click the image below for more info.

Monday, May 8, 2017

The Good Heart

You have a good heart.

Don’t let people be clever with it.

It is not a toy, or a novelty, or something that should only be loved briefly.

Only your heart is your heart.

Don’t let someone leave it behind, in the backseat of a car, in a time before now, or in someone else’s ribs.

Don’t let someone handle your heart with dirty hands and don’t let them use your heart to clean up after someone else’s heart. Your heart is not a rag, your heart, is your heart.

So offer your heart sparingly but bravely and if your offer is not accepted, do not accept a lower counteroffer. 

Because your heart is precious.

Keep it secretly, in a box made of self-love and kindness and the softest blankets and pillows. Wrap it in silk and keep it in your chest, even when it feels like it’s at the back of your throat.

Because only your heart cares enough about you, to beat for you.

So do not leave it outside, to be weathered in the rain and if you have, run, now and go and get it and hold it in your own hands and cry and whisper over and over and over again,

“I am sorry, I love you, and I will never let you go again.”

Love your own good heart.

Because a good heart will last a lifetime and if you can find another good heart, together they will last even longer than that. Let it beat for them every day, like a drum at the end of the universe, and say,

“If you knew everything my heart has been through, you would give it a medal and you would hear it clang every time it beat.”

And then let your good heart ring, like a bell.