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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”

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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”

hart van blik

ek slaan my oë op na haar
in haar sederhout kis
waar sy soos ‘n ysprinses
in haar ballet gewaad rus Continue reading “hart van blik”

dinge in ‘n bos

onthou jy die gisters waarin ons verdwaal het
soos Hansie en Grietjie in ‘n bos
waar ek en jy verlore was
in die gelukkige oomblikke Continue reading “dinge in ‘n bos”

my demeter

gliding like a reaper-led soul towards Thanatos
a dry red leaf glides toward the earth
my thoughts mull as I look on and Continue reading “my demeter”

Evermore invitation (an urban fantasy)

(narrative):
a maiden at her mirror stands,
her worries painted on her face
she calls out in her heart
with hope Continue reading “Evermore invitation (an urban fantasy)”

nazi

You don’t wear the uniform
but you think you’re ubermensch
you think your ideology smells like roses
but it is all wrapped up in non-sense Continue reading “nazi”

om te sonder…

ver in die vertes van gister
vind ek jou silhouette
my denke is vol fotos
en jy is daar Continue reading “om te sonder…”

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