I’m sorry I beheld you like a painting I’m sorry I never held you like a person I’m sorry I couldn’t complete the story you started writing as a boy About the child inside a whale I’m sorry I couldn’t finish your tale About the girl cradled in an orange rind I’m sorry I could [...]
Die ou vrou sit en pyp rook op die stoep Terwyl die son sak Sy sien my raak En begin te roep. Sy sê, “Kind Kom bietjie nader.” Sy sê, “Kind Jy lyk net soos jou vader.” Met krag Wat ek nooit sou verwag nie Gooi sy haar arms om my lyf Sy druk my [...]
There is a little girl with a marble torch that shines nothing but the colour she is made of. And the strings, like that of a marionette that keep her alive – and moving – are attached to the hand of one she does not recognise. Little puppet, little puppet, lick my skin. Faulty fingers [...]