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MIRIAM NEIGER-FLEISCHMANN EXILE I am a poet exiled to fields of colour, seed words in the furrow of the brush sprout rhymed lines upon soft canvases fertilise them with pigments, make pictures grow. I am a painter exiled from fields…
WE WERE NOT BORN FOR DAYS LIKE THESE In one’s life, days like these should never happen again Such a thing Such a thought Such a day should never happen again, for that purpose I will throw all what I…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) AS YET UNBORN Oh to be Adam again with all his ribs yearning for a woman as yet unborn, mouth free of the taste of apples, ears without the hiss of snakes, mindless of nakedness and…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) She wept in the morning She wept at noon She wept in the evening At morning she lost a son At noon she lost another At evening she lost the last of family In the next…