If words could kill, then kill they will without impunity reaching out and sucking in twisting and turning the truth to what it could be…
Comments closedIf words could kill, then kill they will without impunity reaching out and sucking in twisting and turning the truth to what it could be…
Comments closedLet others consider pure mathematics, I see a world where reality leaves its mark and the clockwork gets shorter all the time while time runs…
Comments closedTime knows nothing except what lies in moments past. If I could make these moments last you may know why I love you but mere…
Comments closedFor my brother that actually doesn’t know me anymore I write this poem and I know that the road that I walked till here was…
Comments closedThe stars still shine in the darkness above and although I do not anymore know your love somewhere the sun is again rising. Even seeing…
Comments closedDearly beloved, I send you the sun as a messenger to pass my love and nothing else I can really ask: and when it raises…
Comments closedUp ahead I see the sky and sea on the horizon becoming one. The blue into blue fading into each other and you and I…
Comments closedNot with a machinegun, but with a pen I write this prayer since Your might is greater than any weapon: What am I able to…
Comments closedHere I have to jump like a clown through the hoop when my aunt and mother clap their hands. Scatter papers with paraffin out on…
Comments closedYou are gone without a farewell and like a great De Wet or De La Rey you stood single for your people to also have…
Comments closedThere are stars, not in the night but in your eyes. Stars shining with a own ferocity glowing like amber gemstones. There’s autumn not in…
Comments closedThere is something in being bilingual and when I grew up we were forced to take both official languages at school being English and Afrikaans.…
Comments closedAt night the light shines with a tender yellowness through the blue pool as if encased in a world of its own. The water is…
Comments closedHere in Springs the mist hangs in the mornings almost like the Cape’s winter rain that draws a grey cloak over almost every thing. At…
Comments closedThere are mini-bus taxis everywhere hooting, swerving, stopping anywhere and people on the street shouting to each other as if they are not in talking…
Comments closedWeep South Africa as you are no longer my country and I live here as if I am from another planet as part of a…
Comments closedIf I could paint I would paint a portrait of a shot out Ratel armoured car standing in a landmine field. Out of which the…
Comments closedWhen I was a teenager my younger brother used to wait until I was in the bathroom to say cheeky things to me and to…
Comments closedAs a teenager the bathroom was like a sanctuary. A place where in privacy I could in nudity reflect on life and soak in hot…
Comments closedSometimes I wonder what kind of criminals is doing business today in the new South Africa and steal time, labour and life from their employees…
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