Writing I love, by others

January 30, 2018

‘Margaritae Sorori’

April 11, 2017

Dis al

… dis die blond, dis die blou; dis die veld, dis die lug; en ‘n voël draai bowe in eensame vlug …       Jan […]
April 11, 2017

The Sunne rising

 BUSIE old foole, unruly Sunne,         Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?         […]
April 9, 2017

Certain springs

Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Anne Morrow Lindbergh  
April 9, 2017

Certain springs

Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Anne Morrow Lindbergh  
September 17, 2016

To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our […]
September 15, 2016

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods […]
September 15, 2016

The Woman in the Moon

Darlings, I write to you from the moon where I hide behind famous light. How could you think it ever a man up here? A cow […]
September 15, 2016

those who dance

    those who dance are thought mad by those who hear not the music
September 7, 2016

Psalm 23

UJehova ungumalusi wami, angiyikuswela. Uyangilalisa emadlelweni aluhlaza; uyangiyisa ngasemanzini okuphumula. Ubuyisa umphefumulo wami; uyangihola ezindleleni zokulunga ngenxa yegama lakhe. Noma ngihamba esigodini sethunzi lokufa, angesabi okubi, […]
September 7, 2016

If I can stop one heart from breaking

  If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one […]
September 2, 2016

A Book

He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust: He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He […]
August 26, 2016

excerpts from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has […]
August 26, 2016

I opened a book

  I opened a book and in I strode Now nobody can find me I’ve left my chair, my house, my road My town and my […]
May 13, 2016

The transcriber speaks

by Ingrid de Kok The Truth and Reconciliation Commission. April 1996. East London, South Africa I was the commission’s own captive, Its anonymous after-hours scribe, Professional […]
May 13, 2016

The Archbishop chairs the first session

by Ingrid de Kok The Truth and Reconciliation Commission. April 1996. East London, South Africa On the first day after a few hours of testimony the […]
May 4, 2016

Handbag

My mother’s old handbag, crowded with letters she carried all through the war. The smell of my mother’s handbag: mints and lipstick and Coty powder. The […]
May 2, 2016

God’s World

  O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!    Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!    Thy mists that roll and rise! Thy woods, this […]
May 2, 2016

Death tugs at my ear

Death tugs at my ear and says, “Live, I am coming.”     Oliver Wendell Holmes poet, novelist, essayist and physician (1809 – 1894)
April 30, 2016

a Gaelic Blessing

April 26, 2016

I love your feet

I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me pero no amo […]
April 26, 2016

later that night

later that night I held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt?   it answered […]
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