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  • Where the tyre burns

    swept across and finally

    off the road,

    the orange cones

    lay strewn about

    on the wet black asphalt

    like chess pieces

    deserted on the board

    after the game is over.

    Was this the end

    of […]

    • They are words of loss. I feel their echo within me, speaking of my loss.
      So it is with our life’s journey: we are on the road of life, playing the game of life, having to take tight turns and are so in need of a word of hope all the time.
      The text draws only a few sketches for the reader and these are so catchy that they open access to all the deep emotions behind them and that’s why the text is so sad and so beautiful at the same time.

    • This piece compels the reader to dig deep. I feel deep sense of sorrow and relief with this journey. Well done!!

    • Hello,
      That’s a very powerful poem with the metaphor of a car disaster for the journey we take in life. Also rather despondent with its pondering about the existence of a glimmer of hope. Brilliant poem.

    • Draw a picture and let the emotion leak out. Done so well, this road leads into a future, but what? Nice job.

  • What a fun story with a clever plot. I had such a good laugh. Keep up the good work.

  • It’s a dog’s life, they say. And it is.  Especially when you are the dog.My first name was Bear and, at the time of this story, Einstein Park in Gqeberha was my territory.  I then recently adopted the place and, […]

    • A good story from a dog’s point of view, where the origins of dogs’ bad habits are described. Today we actually met a couple with a gorgeous dog who had been a rescue dog. She had come to her humans with a raft of responses to abuse and neglect, but was now a happy pooch!

    • Heart breaking. I like seeing things from the dog’s POV, but it is so sad.

    • Thank You for your story. I’m glad Bear/Obsidian found a home. A home with some love and kindness. It was fun reading it from the dog’s POV. I often think about ‘what does my dog think of his family.’ LOL

  • What an interesting poem! This is the first time I read a duplex poem. What a wonderful way to play with words.

  • Thank you for your kind comment.

  • Thank you for the kind suggestion. The ‘wee’ is gone. 🙂

  • When you lean into speak to the windand your sighs andsorrows become part ofyour everybreathYou must halt your whisperfor a moment andconsiderChoose Joy ReleaseLet time rollLet goDon’tlookback ExhaleChoose life.

    • So powerful. Even without the image, I feel the tension and the turmoil of the speaker’s emotions, like a swirling wind around the speaker’s head. Brilliant.

    • Hello,
      This presents a terrifying choice, and you have to hope that the narrator does not in fact ‘lean in’ and jump into the void. I just wonder if you would consider leaving out the word ‘wee’ in front of ‘moment’ – it took me out of the drama. It’s an intense poem with very vivid imagery.

  • Hi Evon, thank you for taking the time to read my story. English is not my first language, so I will have to figure out the cousin and nephew thing, but thank you for bringing it to my attention.
    I do not really agree with the ‘stupid women’ comment. Remember, I’m portraying the personality of a character through his dialogue, not my own opinion.…[Read more]

  • “They found another dead body in Whitecaps Bay this morning”.

    Trugé let her hand slid off the door knob as she turned back to her nephew.

    “Come again?”

    Michael Cole avoided her gaze.

    “Is this a ploy to make me […]

    • Is this a continuation of a story? I feel like I remember reading about young girl trafficking before, but I can not remember if it was your story or someone else’s story. 
       
      How can Michael and Truge be niece and nephews. That is not possible. They can be cousins. Is that what you meant?
       
      Also, stories in America that call women ‘stupid’ are not a good idea. I would not use that word. I would phrase it differently, but get the same point across, that women are easy to deceive because they are trusting.  
       
      Instead of rattling on the keyboard, I would write typing on the keyboard.
       
      I also liked the sentence ‘just when I think I am free.’ It reminded me of the Godfather novels. 
       
      Otherwise, the SS was good, I wanted to know what happens next. Will that be in your next SS? I will be sure to read it. Evon

      • Hi Evon, thank you for taking the time to read my story. English is not my first language, so I will have to figure out the cousin and nephew thing, but thank you for bringing it to my attention.
        I do not really agree with the ‘stupid women’ comment. Remember, I’m portraying the personality of a character through his dialogue, not my own opinion. This site is also an international site and we all come from very different countries where we don’t necessarily support the American woke culture. My character’s words do not mean that I support a particular view of women. It rather shows the character for who he is.
        I think ‘rattling’ for me has more to do with the sound than the actual action and I don’t think it takes away from the meaning.
        Thank you so much again for your interest.

  • Sometimes it helps to take a long drive.

  • The flower makes it interesting. Love your poem.

  • Accompanied by the wind and the sun

    warming your back,

    you walk haltingly

    among spring’s budding blooms

    pacing yourself

    taking your time.

    The grave news you carry

    casts an icy cloud that deepens

    the s […]

    • Hello,
      I like the way you’ve interpreted this picture – giving the lady an air of mystery and purpose. We are left wondering what she will be ready for. Thanks for sharing this.

    • The pace and expression of this poem is the perfect match with Monet’s masterpiece.

    • Nice poem Botha. Most interesting lines
      When you reach your destination
      you will be ready
      They will be surprised.
      Thank you

    • A lovely interpretation of the painting. You have created a word-painting of your own in ‘The grave news you carry casts an icy cloud’ and ‘the sun’s forgiving warmth’. I enjoyed this.

    • What a beautiful poem! Your word imagery drew me into the painting and gave me a different perspective on this artwork.

  • He slammed on the breaks when he saw the running girl, but it was too late.  A sickening thud followed and then the screams of the mother and the shouts of his fellow heavies.

    ‘Don’t stop!’

    ‘You cannot stop now […]

    • Oh, such a sad begining. But it does the job of catching the reader, which is really good. The begining also makes us sympathise with the hero.
      I was a little curious about the bible quote in the middle, as there was no visible link to the text above and below and it didn’t really make sense what was the purpose. Also, I didn’t see the ending. It seems like it was a part of a larger story, cut about the middle.
      It was, however, done well, so that I will want to read on, to see how Michael got his desease and how this scene ended. 

    • Thank you for sharing, I thought this was riveting. There was a lot of information considering the length of the story. I’m curious, does Michael know the names of his co-conspirators, or does the syndicate hide that so they don’t know each other? I

  • There is a special breed of women

    who marry

    and end up

    alone.

    Fending for home and children

    while beloved husbands go off

    to war.

    Urgent, necessary wars

    and also

    those wars of their own making.

    They […]

    • I enjoyed reading your poem. I liked the depth of emotion and the poignancy throughout.

    • This makes me think about the long centuries of men and women learning to grow together and yet the reality that everyone also learns to grow apart. Truly there are no victors.

    • I enjoyed your poem. It sounds like the evolution of an independent woman.

    • Hello Yerusha,
      Your poem is full of metaphors for the differences between man and woman – yes, women fight (and conquer) but in their own way and less destructively. Well done.

    • Hello Yerusha
      A poem which evokes much thought. Good writing.
      Best to you,
      Wanda Lovan

  • Thank you Peggy.

  • In high school, Michael had his first girlfriend, but he never took her home to the tiny house that resembled a sardine can with his nine siblings from almost as many fathers.  He broke up when she wanted to meet […]

  • God se mooi kindertjies. Love die foto.

  • I like the anticipation and the humour. I’m hungry now!

  • I reach for self-help books, cause

    Medical aid doesn’t cover therapists, even though

    I know they’re only written for the money

    My problems are stacked sky-high, but

    I’ll solve them, I vow

    As I scrut […]

    • ‘Self-help for sale’! I love it. The perfect punchline after insomnolence plagued you!

    • Love the line “One finger tucked in at the so-mucheth DIY recipe”. I also appreciate the choppy feel of the lines, linked by near and off rhymes of Ow, ow, ow, oh, oh! Boy does this resonate!

    • Great read, it ebbs and flows as does the emotion, well done.

    • CE Botha,
      Great idea. The best way to make money in writing is to sell something about how to write.
      Best wishes,
      Wanda Lovan

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