Afrikaanse & Engelse skryfwerk
Nuwe stukke, wanneer hulle gebeur
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
What Cape Town’s vandalised rainbow crossing says about religious entitlement. Someone took a tin of paint to a public road and called it an act of faith. Here is what it actually cost, and who ends up paying for it.
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