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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones
Sticks and Stones

I sit under shadowed trees and listen
to voices with no face
I drink the absence of your presence
ice drops flowing down without a trace Continue reading “Sticks and Stones”

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Verlange

‘n Ster skiet uit die hemel
soos ‘n prop uit ‘n
sjampanje bottel
my wense gryp sy stert
en hoeveel is dit werd?

… om te droom Continue reading “Verlange”

geketter

ek sit en kyk
goudvisse op Youtube Continue reading “geketter”

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”

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”

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