Dowe Digters – uitdaging: skaamlippe van skryf

(i)   My skaamlippe ken die taal slegs tweedehands (wat die mond van vol is syfer deur die slukderm) My hart praat verraaier rooinek vlot (wat die hart van vol is drup deur die ribbes) In my skede stotter meng die tale blooswarm en gladdebek lieg   o|o   Ek het jou hemp gesteel Dit [...]

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December 30th, 2011 by Feylian

Bitch’s love leaves

The whitegreen capsules valiantly battle the rising tar Mostly the pills work Mostly the pills don’t   The tar claws scrabble against the plexiglass pills the resultant plastic scrapings rise in my gorge leaving my eyes baggy and my mien weary and blackgreen jaded Mostly the pills work Mostly the pills don’t

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October 21st, 2011 by Feylian

Of jonesing

Would you kiss me swipe your  crooked thumbs over my heart moulding the needles of  your heroin fingers in the interstices of my ribcage   Would you trail your lips on my jaw and hold my pulse in your palm   knowing me   Would you catch my sloshing qi in the hollow where your [...]

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September 15th, 2011 by Feylian

A vignette

I only remember. I remember the heart attack symptoms of joy and fluttering excitement at the possibility of it all. The maybe of a fingertip tracing the inside of my wrist, of accidental touches and fresh-spicy aftershave. I remember feeling understood and understanding, finally, and therefore for a moment not being alone in this universe. [...]

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January 13th, 2011 by Feylian

Of life recently of discovering a new (for me) poet

Ok, so half the title is inane; but it is apt. I haven’t written anything other than proposals the past blog-silent months and because of this I am rabidly hungry* for success. Not the kind of success where you go to your school reunion bursting to tell, modestly/humbly, of your career choice and sporting pert [...]

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May 26th, 2010 by Feylian

Thoughtfulness

My normal response would be to wrap my arms around you cradle the nape of your neck in my hands slide my fingers in the thumbshapednooks behind your ears and kiss you (while the rhythm of your pulse resonates in me) Kiss you until you have no breath left in you and the air rushes [...]

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February 11th, 2009 by Feylian

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