Clearing by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You know the words, friend: to bend the world, set things on end. You know the spell. I saw you gathering wood, by the place with the empty well, in the clearing where we once stood. You’re...

Days Spent on the Run by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] After days spent on the run, being hunted down, tired, we returned, again, to our hometown, where we hid the little boxes with the small things: gifts, prayers, spells, songs, crowns, cloaks, rings... Refreshing our faces in...

Poetry as Praxis in a Hurting World by Charl Landsberg

Okay, first off we should get the horrible words out of the way. As with prose, so too with poetry, verbosity tends to weigh down language, and often not to anyone’s credit. So what do I mean by praxis? Praxis...

Wood Shavings by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] "You don't exist!" she said. She said it fervently. She said she knew what she was talking about. "What you really are..." she continued. And she explained. And she tried to talk me out of existence. "I...

For Want of Care by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 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?...