A Stare Begins in the Brain by Chris Taljaard

[tabby title="Poem"] A stare begins in the brainThe quiet longingOf knowingA littleMore A quick glanceAt firstIs the foremostThoughtAn impulse Draws it outStretches itStrangelyInto a gazeSingularAnd articulateIn its intensity Framed by expressionIt spreads like fireOne becomes manyAs necks turnLike synchronizedRotisseries Bringing...

A Database Error Occurred by Chris Taljaard

[tabby title="Poem"] I’m old enough nowTo be forgottenBy thoseThat I haveBefriendedBewilderedConfusedI sit here nowStillWonderingA deviceToo often employedI have become a memoryFading fastIs the realityOf this failing stateConfusedI cough too muchIs this, too, a signOf my time? CoffinsCoughSilently beforeThey sinkInto the...

Unilateral Idiosyncrasy by Chris Taljaard

[tabby title="Poem"] I have seen some of the best minds Of an incumbent generation preoccupied With issues of physicality, focused On their physiques and cliques Fraternities and sororities of nothing More than a means to look better Naked, as per...

A moth, quivering by Chris Taljaard

[tabby title="Poem"] Desperately He distorted his vision And read between edges His eyes began to bleed A moth was pulsating In his periphery Defiantly He dismantled himself With crafted crimson characters But he could not see them The moth was...