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running with the moon

broken city broken streets
city lights on repeat
up in the sky, the moon is calling
shining its light as if it’s falling Continue reading “running with the moon”

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Boeggoe en port

my snot en hoes het my dag verwoes
toe bel ek my pa met my kwelvrae Continue reading “Boeggoe en port”

vesuvius

i bubble like vesuvius
in my dark places
i bleed magma
from my open wound Continue reading “vesuvius”

The Gospel of Doom and Gloom and other Idiocy

The world is going to end soon. How soon is soon? Let’s think about this…

Most of humanity, it seems really wants the world to end. For centuries dates have been given Continue reading “The Gospel of Doom and Gloom and other Idiocy”

Liewe vrou by die bank

Vandag was ek bank toe en daar was een van daardie vroue daar, jy weet, met meer hare as Patricia Lewis, jeans so styf opgetrek dat jy ernstig bid dat sy nie moet buk nie want jy wil nie ”n vreemde vrou se tabernakels bekyk nie, en ‘n hals lyn wat amper tot op haar naeltjie hang. Continue reading “Liewe vrou by die bank”

Once upon an Innocence

Once upon a time, there was a young poet in his senior school year that moved to a huge apartment complex in the city with his parents so that his father could be closer to work. The young poet had dreams in his eyes and was very religious. He tried to live the ways he was brought up, belonging to a Protestant church called Die N.G. Kerk. He even gave Sunday school to blind children at the Prinshof School for the Blind. Continue reading “Once upon an Innocence”

Ringe

As mens die woord ring of ringe sê tower die woord altyd iets op. Jy
kyk miskien af na jou hand en onthou jou troudag of jou seëlring, of
jy dink aan die Lord of the Rings boeke of flieks soos The Ring (of
die Japanese fliek Ringu). Ringe is ook ‘n storieteller op sy eie. Continue reading “Ringe”

the best of you

I want to be your servant
I want to be your master
I want to be the laughter
that creeps from your eyes Continue reading “the best of you”

So koud soos ‘n ander land se kersfees

Dit is vandag so koud soos ‘n ander land se kersfees, hier in Magalieskruin. Pretoria en dit voel vir my soos krismis. Kyk gereelde lesers weet al dat die wolf lief is vir winter. Vandag wil ek ‘n video met julle deel. Dinsdag het ek mos my gedig Hart van Blik met julle gedeel en vandag se video was een van die inspirasies vir daardie gedig. Ek is mal oor die video. Die pianis, Jennifer Thomas speel die klavier soos ‘n droom en die ballet daarby is pure pragtig….

Geniet die video:

when I wake up

when i wake up cold and wrapped
in linen like a mummy
my bones and skin
dry Continue reading “when I wake up”

Roof

Roof

A story by Allen Wolfie Simpson

 

The sun was slowly turning in for the night. The western blue sky was replaced by an art piece in shades of red with a few hints of yellow and purple. The sun was a sad orange and looked as miserable as the world was feeling that day. Ben and I just sat there on the roof of my mother’s house…

“Hey Mia?” he said softly. Continue reading “Roof”

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