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For Want of Care by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Would you set me upright again, on my feet again? Capsized ship - lying on my side, my belly wide open, torn, vulnerable. My blood leaking from me, like fleeing sailors. Would you help? Would you care? Would...

Okay by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] “I guess,” I’d say, in my own little way. And you’d look at me all concerned. As if I hadn’t known you. As if, by now, I hadn’t learned. “I don’t believe you,” you’d say. And I’d lie,...

Childhood Home? by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] No. Plants don’t grow where there isn’t good soil. I was a weed over which abusive hands would toil. How do I write about a place that doesn’t exist? When home was something I invented when childhood ended;...

Hex, Interrupted by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] To fish out a bad memory. One: Feel your heart's song, and measure six beats. Two: Luring it out; clapping your hands along. Three: There's no right or wrong. Four: Just a silly song... Five: ...conducted by your...

Feathers for a Prophesy by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Be careful what you say: the tongue is a bullet. Every day, for its words light as feathery down, sewn... to the inside of your cheeks. A nest, from which the punch springs. A spell like none other....