The Moon Doesn’t Call, I Howl
The Moon Doesn’t Call, I Howl They say the pen is mightier than the swordbut I’m sure that a quick jab to my rib cage would do ten thousand more than ten thousand pens To speak is to healThat’s what…
Continue readingThe Moon Doesn’t Call, I Howl They say the pen is mightier than the swordbut I’m sure that a quick jab to my rib cage would do ten thousand more than ten thousand pens To speak is to healThat’s what…
Continue reading‘n Handvol Niks Binne my, altydloop ek met ‘n handvol niks‘n vakuum waar my drome once upon a time geslaap het‘n vuis vol van hoe ek die wêreld sou verander Binne my, altydIs die handvol niks swaarDis snaaks hoe minder…
Continue readingSaved by Eskom? Wednesday night at 21:29 I got into my Ouma’s Toyota Etios – because, yes, I still don’t own my own car – and I took a drive through the very many streets of our village. Side note:…
Continue readingI want to write you a letter
About how the morning rises with a kiss on my forehead
And the light breathes its first breath through our velvet curtains
Discussing Bridget Collins’ The Binding Warning: Spoilers Ahead. This is a short book discussion and not a book review. There will be spoilers in this article. Bridget Collins’ The Binding was not at all what I expected, but a story…
Continue readingWalking in Tsukiji With all my fellow South Africans visiting Japan for the Rugby World Cup I’ve got a serious case of FOMO. Decided that (after a year) it’s time to stop being lazy and do more of my Japan…
Continue readingLast year this time my husband and I visited Simonstad for the long weekend. As a Capetonian I am quite embarrassed to admit that this was indeed my very first time in Simonstad. Especially since this is definitely a gem…
Continue readingMy Velvet Skirt So, I started with sewing lessons a few months ago. This might seem like a small feat to others, but to me it’s at least seven years’ worth of procrastination finally put to the side to do…
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