'And they lived happily ever after ...'

Dedicated to those who have done the greatest damage I am a simple woman on whom the gift of language might be said to be largely wasted, re...

21 years ago, an African Art collector commissioned me to create an 'African totem pole'. As we worked to manifest her visions and d...

A while back, one of my fellow-poets invited us to generate poems for a new brand of naartjies, Clemengold. They were awarding prizes. A few...

Not the heart of the matter, but the heart of matter. Not figurative, but literal: matter being the web of existence, strung between tangibl...

I am speaking to somebody who has no experience in either reading or writing poems, but who is interested in the craft. "Tell me,...

The poem by Norman Morrissey below is in Strandloop , while the bit by me is an extract from the title poem of my upcoming book of love poem...

I often hear in my mind Mandela's words I once saw quoted - "It's not what you are given, but what you make out of what you hav...

Experiment. A poem spread over three images. Is that asking too much of readers?

Step by step I climb my Heffalump. Minnesinging is the penultimate section, confronting the socially disturbing presence of the single wo...