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My Grandmother’s Hands Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] I miss you, Ouma.You carried too much and it broke you.You knew too much and you stayed silent.You weren't perfect,you made me angry. You made me sad.But in hindsight, I see now what you saw.I wish I could...

Tomorrow by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] I need to transition.I need medical care."Wait." you say."It's too soon.""Don't you dare.""You're only fifteen.""You're only twenty five.""You're only thirty five."Always tomorrow.Never today.Always "wait."A lifetime wasted,on empty lies...I'm dying now.and it's already too late.I refuse to sit and...

Lycanthrope by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] One drop. One bite.You see?...and that was it.I was mixed into you,and you were mixed into me.Irreversible entropy.One quick stir,and everything we used to be,forever entangled.The peasants flee,when the moon rises,and they hear our howls. [tabby title="Poet Bio"]...

In Defence of Home Remedies by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] To be honest I'm a firm believer in science.I believe in the scientific method.My methods aren't some radical defiance,of what you consider to be orthodox.I make the witches brew, and keep herbs too,and learn of alternatives because,medicine is...

Sundays are for prayer by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] (CW: Rape, Sexual Violence, Transmisogyny, Misgendering, Transphobia) Deaf ears are all I’ve ever been met with,as on Earth so too in Heaven.What use is there for asking,when my body belongs to anyone but me?My “no” never good enough.“My...