Inked forever
a reminder to fight
even as blood trickle down
bruised, battered.
Against the stock standard,
against the norm,
the expected.
To be more
a reminder to try
against all odds against
all. Never giving
limits are imagined,
self-imposed
a fulfilling prophecy.
(Against the dying) as instructed
(of the light) we fight
I will keep raging
against the mundane,
the vanilla taste
of nothing to show.
Against all, I am.
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
John’s mother was convinced she had an influence on the weather. She had very bushy eyebrows that met in the middle, and her backside was
Ek was vier jaar oud toe ons ontmoet het. Jy was wild en vreemd en iets wat ek nog nooit aanskou het nie. Jou gewelddadige
There’s solace in the trees where the air sways against shadowed leaves creeping between ancient branches deep below the bark, next to the grain, beats
