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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…
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‘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 wรชreld sou verander Binne my, altydIs die handvol niks swaarDis snaaks hoe minder…
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I 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
The Fox & the Poem A few weeks ago I had to work through some poetry with my grade 11s. One of the poems we ended up discussing was Ted Hughes’ The Thought-Fox. Surprisingly (or not really), I’ve never actually…
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