He Pleaded Ignorance

By Kobus Moolman He did not know what the sky was made of. He did not know what fire tasted like. He did not know how far away from the earth the truth was. He did not know how long a man could survive without any covering over his body. Such as skin. He did […]

The Wind

By Kobus Moolman The wind again is turningall of the trees inside out. Same wind that is slammingevery door shut behind me. I no longer can use my armsto walk or even roll. And it is the same underbellyof the sky as before and still. Drilling down deepernow the only direction to go.

Keep the Sun

By Kobus Moolman Keep the sun on my bare head.Keep the sun on my bare backand on my chest and on my face. Keep the shining sky alwaysin front of my eyes. Keep the stony ground permanentlybeneath my black boots.       The wind sits in-between the pages of this bookand the branches of the […]

Winelands One-Stop

By Kobus Moolman On his way home along the N1, he stops in the parking lotof the Winelands One-Stop.He drags his legs slowly to the Wimpy.He sits down by the window and orders a Mega cappuccino,with artificial sweetener instead of sugar.He opens his leather bag – the one that his ex, and now late,wife gave […]

I Carry a Geography

Calgaryfor Julia By Kobus Moolman I carry a geography of the darkwith me across oceans, frozen lakes,mountains whiter than ice, where windcontours a need urgent as flesh.This dark, the dark I know,that does not ever, even in the glareof dreaming, leave me, this recognitionfamiliar and strange as any echoreturning white across a frozen sea,this dark […]

He Does Not Know

By Kobus Moolman He does not know what he is doing,or why he is doing it. Why it is so early where he isand so late where he is not. Why the sky, where he is, is so bigand so limited at the same time. Why there are so many mountains,or why there are any […]

New House

By Kobus Moolman There is no mountain at the front of the new house. There are only birds and thin fever trees. There are only small stones and the shouts of children. At the back of the new house is where the mountain lives. The mountain with its hard high forehead. The mountain with its […]