Afrikaanse & Engelse skryfwerk
Nuwe stukke, wanneer hulle gebeur
a perfect day?
no guilt no fear
a perfect hour?
no angst no shame
a perfect minute?
no nauseating anger
a perfect second?
having you
seeing you
perfect’s illusive
illusively frail
beguilingly fragile
yearning for relief,
some respite from your allure
Oor die skrywer
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
John’s mother was convinced she had an influence on the weather. She had very bushy eyebrows that met in the middle, and
Inked forever a reminder to fight even as blood trickle down bruised, battered. Against the stock standard, against the norm, the expected.