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"[Y]es, just about anyone can write, often must write – it’s an urge, a need. Anyone can put words on paper to give expression to something."

"the cloud-mark of your plane
leaves its path of entrails
across our continent ..."

"And there, before it levels out
to pebbles, sand, more gulls, crushed shells,
the nasturtiums spread their green-and-spice ..."

"Not many visitors come to the farm,
but the sudden rain has charmed
a festival of frogs out of the mud ..."

"I was only eight when we moved into this apartment. That was five years ago. I remember being excited at the thought of living in a new place."

"jy is ons ineenryger van asem                  
jy is ons ineensnoerder van stem         
jy is ons ineen alomheen"

"If you arrive at my window ..."

"For days the dog was subdued and miserable. It lay in the kitchen, not eating, but occasionally sighing through its nose."

"Forgotten honey and milk ..."

"when we call, our voices
dissolve, across the water,
in Vietnam, a giant soft-shell turtle ..."

"My losses now lie quietly –
a landscape of perfect ruins, softly shining
with ferns and moss in the low light"

"In the scheme of things
I cast small shadows ..."

"I am of this gender
which has been shunned by society ..."

"I thought I had made a friend.
The muse stings while children sings."

"Hey you, Patience, I know you are in there."

"They were telling them that the moment
one saw the words 'Welcome to Bulawayo',
the city's appeal greeted one warmly."

"Remainders of the day
locked away inside the
health of a scientific sun."

"It was in this moment that I realised that I was missing something vital in this whole set-up. That there was a silence between us as well."

"Only do this I tell myself.
Write a poem for yourself.
That narrative is interspersed
With both despair and hope."

"Search Woolf’s voyage out ..."