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Lank lewe die liefde – An ode to Sophie Ek sien in my geestesoog hoe jy oppie swing speel Skaterlag […]
By next September You will have forgotten Me on read And be chilling on another Sofa, head cushioned. ~ Tears […]
Danie Marais se gedig in Ons Klyntji. Voorgedra by die 12de Digterstuin Fees, Breytenbach Sentrum, Wellington.
Die afgelope tyd praat ek baie oor my oupa Rampie. En nou vandag hoor ek oor die radio dat dit […]
The first thing she thinks about, is what the boy is going to wear What did he wear the last […]
Love me until you don’t Till the sun sets on our love When resuscitation is vain. Read here
The Muslim Poets Society of Cape Town was started in 2022 by poet, writer and playwright Tasneem Daniels in aid of providing […]
Diary of a playwright Sometimes writing for yourself isn’t enough. Sometimes writing for the page isn’t enough. Sometimes in […]
I have overstayed my visit in this hapless land. I came as a child in an adult body strapped on […]
(A very special woman who I got to meet through tragedy. She has a very special place in my heart.) […]
Stywe aatapels, droë rys,baked beans en stukkie vaal vleis,grys water en sunlight siepinnie kom, staan ek diep,die kês innie pieringskyn […]
“waar chapters op die mure in sagte pastel solid geverf word ironie saans jou kopkussing claim en die oggend son […]
Sorry that I was rude yesterday. You always say that love that is not shown is very expensive to get […]
Dearest John I hold on to the letters you wrote to me The ones where you told me you loved […]
People are chewing the country’s national flag. The rain does not bow onto the land. They have turned water to […]
In a desert full of weeds, So dead yet so alive. The grass resembles autumn, The breeze is seemingly cold. […]
Die wolke pak saam en die donderbuie bult spiere, want dis winter inni Paarl. Yskas voete en sopnat komberse Bibberend […]
A mad man with ragged dreadlocks wearing a dirty white Steve Biko T-shirt, is upsetting the city council’s bin, the […]
(Goeie Vrydag-gedig) Ek’t geweet ek moet jou laat gaan, maar steeds is dit seer. My seun, die pyn maak my […]
Ek verlaat die kamer, neem plek in oppie troon, laat die trane loop oor my wange en verlaag my kroon. […]
Birds chirping Babies crying Silence needed Cars passing > The thoughts are too loud I can’t hear myself think Suddenly […]
Dis nie okay dat jy honger moet slaap nie boeta.Dis nie okay om honger skool toe te gaan nie sussie.Dis […]
Is Krismis innie strate sonne Boney M voel die huis verlate niks kersboom vir osse nasate of tong, gammon, of […]