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Where I cannot follow by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Me and you by the beach. You staring up at the sky, me staring at my feet. As good a place as any to meet. Shy kiss, walking hand in hand. Behaving like we’re kids, standing in the...

Daemon by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Azazel brings me news where the orchid flowers bloom. Azazel tells me stories when I’m crying in my room. Azazel plays me hymns with his dozen and two limbs. Azazel tells me everything might just be better soon....

Things God did not make by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] The irony of these two men: Father Adam and Bishop Steve - so fond of the things they believe. “God created man and woman,” they cry. ...missing the irony of the sweltering homoeroticism. I nod in tacit approval...

A Witch’s Song by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] I worship at the edge of the sea, where the wind blows so strong, that my body feels like it can fly, and the spray catches in my eye, and my hair tangles, bushy and long, as the...

Sonnet for Drowning by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Throat raw and lungs burning: the drowning that never ended. The ocean follows two steps behind... concurrent footfall on my heels, Would it find me if I stop for one minute? Dry-drowning is mostly a myth, but I...