[tabby title="Poem"] Little thingsbanal, not rarewhen you absently smooth my hairor the tread of your foot on the stairthose little thingsset them aflutter.When you callfor no good reason at allat the sound of your voicesmooth as butter,they sing.But it’s the...

[tabby title="Poem"] The birdsIn my heartAre numerousAs the stars Numerous areMy scarsI hide them wellBut I don’t mindYour eyesYour gazePenetratingBeyond theVeil Kismet, cosmicAll is wellIn meLifeIs not that badEventually things get better Unlike BukowskiMy birds are not blueThey vary in...

[tabby title="Poem"] I. THE FIRST TIME I SPENT AN EXTENDED PERIOD WITH FIDELHE ASKED ME HOW MANY MATH TEACHERS ARE ALLOCATED TO LIMPOPO? AND HOW MANY LITRES OF PETROL ARE CONSUMED IN SOUTH AFRICA EACH YEAR? WHEN WE MARCHED IN...

[tabby title="Poem"] Becoming like my parentsIs like coming homeAfter a long life of swimmingThrough the universe, upstream To a house that rises up to greet meLike it's been waiting for me for a long timeThat purrs under my heavy stepsUntil...

[tabby title="Poem"] Her smile sags between the secretsof a time lost between spellsand misfortunes. Her wrinkles are a road mapfor her grandchildren’sintrigue and inquiries. She no longer whispersabout daybreaks anddunes, but aboutthe Karoo’s restlessspirit. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Nicol Gowar is...