Poetry

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…

‘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…