On Ride the Tortoise

Liesl Jobson, Ride the Tortoise - She sang slowly, in the key of blackness. It sounded like a song for harvesting serpents. - - I want to tell her about the intimacy I disturbed the other mornng, but if I tell her about pelican sex she'll think I'm wierd. - - I ask if he minds that I took his photo. He tells me that in Swaziland, where he comes from, the old men believe that each photograph hastens your death by a day. . . I've just stolen two weeks of his life. I promise to delete the entire...