The Saturday birds – a memoir-essay in answer to Edgar Allan Poe
2026-06-17"Poe’s bird came at midnight. Mine came on a Saturday morning. His was a raven – a true corvid, dark as a verdict, with one word in its mouth. Mine was an Australian magpie, not a corvid at all, though the world is forever insisting that she must be."
Bootjie van papier
2022-11-10"wanneer water in leivore loop
voel ek my eens weer klein
in ’n bootjie van papier"
Veerkrag
2020-08-19"in die uitgestrekte hemelsfeer
waar die grysgrou glinstermaan
my opraap in sy baan"
Villanelle
2020-07-21"met ’n vlugveer van ’n swaan in rou
wil ek vir jou sinne streep
op perkamente wat ewig hou"
Bome in die koue
2020-06-19"in my klein kring
sirkeltjie getrek op die doek
van die heelal
speel palmboompies bal"
