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 a giant’s heart
I seek refuge in the trees
light-footed in the shadows,
ducking between rays of yellow white
tightly wrapped in twines and vines
I marvel at the old one’s heart
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
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
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
