ages...

It's been ages since I visited here and now I find that it's all gone weird, don't know how the layout went and got it self all changed! Update and news flash, been making a lot of cake, will post pictures of Guitar, Snail and hungry crocodile, good to feed those creative urges whenever they be happening! There are things on the move too, The Wish, my next illustrated children's book is in production (I am busy lino cutting the pages to be ready for printing), The Court Lodge Sketch project is moving forward, inching month by month and it is really driving it home just how fast time is ticking!I finished the mural at Pixies, anyone like Calvin and Hobbs? check it out! So busy i guess, and yet always that feeling that one should be doing more.

Andrew James Hofmeyr

Create Your Badge

this side of dreams

Bubble bursts when i was sitting that side of yesterday
somewhere yonder this side of those dreams of happiness and khaki fields
blue with the spreading of highveld dust
thousands of bones powdered over mellenia, thousands of bones in the atmosphere,
thousands of ancestral voices layed to rest in the sun only by embracing the rain
that afternoon respite that wets us thankful like fishes,
but here its all deep sea, bottom feeders on the belly of the universal ocean
clouds noiseless buffers between the dark pin pricked yonder and the dark electric streets of
four o'clock england night...
nothing less likely to fly than an aeroplane...
...and i break steel wings and fasten them shoulder size with
band-aids and in the morning you won't see the scars and there's no need to share,
plenty of planes for everyone
and we'll be flights of steel angels and angels fly south for the winter and tiptoe
round the planet tightroping the equator

coming soon watch this space....

New story just completed and now in production, coming soon!

The Wish

pull

Pull
Long sigh put smoke in my I
so eye blinked tears down the blind-side of tomorrows
dreaming puddles of rubble
that rippled an ocean of troubles
pull
Ten thousand elastic waves
lung-sickness and stubble
carried my tesco shopping in the bags beneath my eyes
while gearboxes grind by my window
exhale
and rusted nails from yesterday
make mansions in my imagination
and I'm walking on the halos
of poets and idea benders
breathing all of my life
today

crooked the looks that life gives me,
stilted the stand of no-motion,
slow like walking mountains,
i spout fountains of silent speech from my mouth,
lips making ideas like fish gasping silent for breath,
and all i say is just another way
of bubbles pro-creating

sixty one suns

sixty one suns
the sum of the weight of my heart,
so heavy that I can float in a vacuum,
see the cosmos through light
shining on closed lids,
I tip shadows off the palms of my hands
shouting versus from liberty land,
I stand beneath the cloud of humanities failed dreams of freedom
eating knowledge for morning porridge
s**ting books.