Writing I love, by others

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

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 […]

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 […]

    those who dance are thought mad by those who hear not the music

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, […]

  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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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