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The Jeppe journeyNew writing 2021-06-22
"Walking through these halls I see
The eyes of old boys look at me
Make us proud they say
You’ll have to find your own way"
Tiny fires that light up the skyNew writing 2021-06-15
"You hold a fist up high – timeless and endless
This is how you proclaim future hope
The gift of reason and tolerance, unequivocally"
Have you ever?New writing 2021-06-15
"Have you ever wondered, what if you were not
This morning, in the body that you got
No longer favourite of your mother
Just an ordinary, someone other"
LamentNew writing 2021-06-09
"yet, in my brain
resides another I:
the beauteous lineaments,
of a long forgotten me"
DaughtersNew writing 2021-06-09
"You are the learners of landscape,
Listeners of the berg wind,
Its strong voice shouting through dark nights"
When the prophet prophesies nonsenseNew writing 2021-05-31
"Papa had pursued the contract with unflinching zeal. It was a government contract that would redirect the wheel of our lives to wealth. Then I woke up one morning and told him that I had seen him crying in my dreams because he had lost the contract. His bloodshot eyes blazed fire, and he ordered me out of his room; that morning, Mama paused breakfast and initiated prayer and fasting for the family."
The departingNew writing 2021-04-29
"Brandish the banners –
bright red as the dying day –
for tonight the old man will wilt
and eerily drift away –"
FatherNew writing 2021-04-07
"I’ll meet you in ten minutes
At Cafe Anton for coffee
You’ll be early as always
Waiting for me"
wearied angelsNew writing 2021-03-03
"I see salt and smoked paprika;
people content with their fortune,
genuine, kind and unpretentious,
like the pot of vegetable soup"
Little handsNew writing 2021-02-18
"A mother’s tears will never clean the stains
From off his shirt, or the shame that’s buried in
Our dirt, deep in the soil; our country’s land
Is poorer now, forevermore, without that
Namib DesertNew writing 2021-02-09
"Waves of dunes continue into the desert
– death traps in the shifting sands.
Here, compass bearings start to waver
and directions become unclear."
YesteryearNew writing 2021-02-08
"The vast open farms of youth,
where horizons were clear
and bush trails led to secret hideouts."
The mazeNew writing 2021-02-05
"We are enveloped in a hollow sky.
Our search for truth unmasks the void
and its uncertain quantum probabilities"
EntanglementNew writing 2021-02-03
"Sometimes in the middle of the night
I am awakened – desperate and confused.
Was it an echo of her voice I heard
or just someone shouting in the street?"
PortraitNew writing 2021-02-03
"The lights go out – an electricity failure –
the canvas becomes a ghostly surface.
Lingering shapes suspended in the dark –
your portrait waiting to be drawn."
The Southern CrossNew writing 2021-02-03
"The night is an ancient stellar theatre
where cosmic symphonies are heard.
It has an orchestra without a conductor
playing music in counterpoint"
Beginning, middle, endNew writing 2020-12-23
"In Paris at midday on a day in May we emerged from the métro at the Place Maubert. In that tiny square the Huguenots were burned at the stake, I’d read, and I remarked to him that the screams must have been awful."
Him here, he’s my second husbandNew writing 2020-12-18
"A few years ago, I travelled to my hometown – by bus, because I couldn’t muster enough courage to take my car to travel all those many kilometres on my own."
camino journeyNew writing 2020-12-17
"this perhaps a glorious destiny
scattered stardust in an infinite Salty Sea"
LAW FOR ALL's Top 10: "Green" by Naomi MeyerNew writing 2020-12-15
"I don’t see a hopeful future. I see the back of my little girl’s head the last time I was here. The red rash on her neck."