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The White Elephant by Brett Dix

[tabby title="Poem"] 1The White Elephantsells discarded thingsand forgotten purposes.Here you might findand purchasea treasure. 2Poems discarded. Poems found.Wood whittled. Stones polished.Seeds planted in new ground. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Brett Dix lectures English literature at the University of KwaZulu-Natal. Besides Poetry...

Dash by Brett Dix

[tabby title="Poem"] When the minister spoke at his memorial service, he said that on a person’s tombstone there is a date they were born and a date they died, and in between is a dash. And when you see the...

Grief by Brett Dix

[tabby title="Poem"] 1 We have woken from the nightmare. His death has brought a new day, but grief is stubbornly lodged in our hearts like a stone in the sole of a shoe. 2 Somehow we managed to survive the...

There are stranger gods by Brett Dix

[tabby title="Poem"] There are stranger gods than our strangest gods. On other worlds, separated from us by space and time, there are gods stranger than what has ever lived on Earth. There are gods stranger than what lives in our...

Likkewaans by Brett Dix

[tabby title="Poem"] Likkewaans are water lizards marked with dark blotches and yellow spots. You often see them up in dead trees that are partially submerged in dam water. I once kept one as a pet and observed its serpent tongue...