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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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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 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”

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”

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”

when it rains

when it rains
and emotion pours out
it floods Continue reading “when it rains”

My bederf:

Dit is so ‘n eer as iemand jou gedigte aanhaal op hulle webwerwe. Dankie Hanneliese. Lief jou ❤

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Te danke aan my movie- en seriespimp, geniet ek ure en ure se kykgenot

Van Eliza en Nommo in The Shape of Water-
“die beste romance movie ever”

tot die Vikings se vegkuns en passies. Terwyl ek Season 5, episode 3 van Vikings gekyk het, waar Floki die Gode ontmoet

het ek my herinner aan ‘n sekere gedig deur my geliefde woordesjef:

Sement my toé in jou sterk hart
kombers my toe in jou liefde
wys my die put van wysheid
waar jy jou oog gegee het

Neem my na Valhalla
duskant Ygdrasill
leer my om te lewe
leer my om te chill

Alvader stuur jou rawe
om te sien waar ek is
neem my op
die noordewind se rug

en as U, o Odin
die saad van wysheid saai
stuur die wind na my toe
om dit in my hart te waai

Deur Allen Wolfie Simpson uit sy bundel…

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