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The People in Me by A.D. Labuschagne

[tabby title="Poem"] I get onto the old orange busThe one that seems to be falling apartA reflection of many of my fellow travellers. On the days that I don't take a nap -On the days that the tedium doesn't lead...

Five Questions for my Father by A.D. Labuschagne

[tabby title="Poem"] In the beginningWhen my being was still chaoticAnd voidWhen there was just waterAnd very little substanceYou loved meAnd called the firmament to riseTo expandTo grow limbs, and hair and eyesBut what purpose was in mind? You spoke into...

Aftermath by A.D. Labuschagne

[tabby title="Poem"] If I had known then,Back before this cycle was set to spin,Then even though I say “I’d do it all again”I would probably think twiceBefore I turned that twisted, blown globeThat turns men into miceBefore I started spinning...

The Devil is in the Mirror by A.D. Labuschagne

[tabby title="Poem"] The Devil we all know Stares back at me in the mirror With glazed over glass button eyes of black and grey and white The Devil we all know Lives within us all A faded, bitter remnant Of...