January 2018 – imaginal

Weeskind

Daar in ń waterkant bar van die ou Kaap Die plek van verlore siele en weeskinders. Drink ons warm drankies uit ou bottels, begrawe in goedkoop bruin papier sakke. Jou siel val laat nag in uit die koue reen. Nou kyk ek hier op na die ope blou hemel, ek onthou, maar wonder oor onsContinue reading “Weeskind”

That Thing

That thing lay trembling on a cold floor The final desolate implosion of despair Alone Forsaken It called for succour but you did not hear It offered a hand to the abyss you crafted Weeping Terrified That thing grew ancient and then perished there The closing recital from the ghoulish elegy of faith Silent LifelessContinue reading “That Thing”