I seek him on two dusty shelvesOf a built-in wardrobeBare of most belongings. I find a strange notebookFilled with dreams, I think. I do no …
On trying to find my father in a wardrobe

Katrina van Oostrum

I seek him on two dusty shelvesOf a built-in wardrobeBare of most belongings. I find a strange notebookFilled with dreams, I think. I do no …

NOTE: This poem was written by a dear friend in response to my poem “This is Justice“. He was kind enough to allow me to …

NOTE: This scene was originally written as the origin scene for a character from another short story. I never finished the story, although I might …

NOTA: Hierdie gedig is geskryf in die pens van die ondier, oftewel ongeveer die 9de week van ‘n Engelse module oor postmodernistiese, postkoloniale en twintigste-eeuse …

This justiceIs not justiceBut a plated polished mask that hidesThe high mocking browsThe cold and cunning gazeThe angled nose(unable they say to know the smell …

Die klapperknal van klein en groter swepeDawer oor die grasvelddal.Kets hier teen die koppie en die berg.Tref soms daardie net regte plekWaar dit kan kanonskoot-eggo …

Hulle sê dis gawer, dis sagmoedig. Liewer die stil, koue dood As om die waarheidselemente te trotseer. Liewer stilbly, wegdraai, inhou Alles doodryp, wat wil …

Daar is geen verblindende lig, geen oorverdowende dreuning, geen gevoel van eienaardige disoriëntasie nie.Jack van der Merwe is maar net een oomblik nog met sy …

Nes Pontius Pilatus, met ‘n lewe op die spel, Was ons ons hande in onskuld en pieker ewe filosofies Oor wat die waarheid dan sou …