Clifton Gachagua: There is No Return

“Return was a myth departure coined as inceptive.”  A. Zawacki   There’s no return.  Memory. Reflection. Then? Alexis Teyie recently reminded me of Bly & Lorca. Vallejo. The language of translation. The rass in the cemeteries. But it is Arundhati Roy that I most remember for the kindness of Alex and family: The brothers. & Rosie Olang’. And every act […]

Clifton Gachagua: Remembering

“Dreams have no meaning, is how you should phrase that if you want to have a serious conversation with me.”

I’d really like to just tell her to fuck off; instead I say: “You should not be smoking.”

“You’ve lost weight again,” she replies. 

This is her way of telling me I’ve been drinking again. And although I’ve brought her packets of Marlboros as a kind of apology for staying away for too long, for a flash second I’m not sorry she finds herself here.