Every year, in September, I motor out to Babylonstoren to see the clivias which grow along the river, blooming in … Read More

“When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of … Read More

Your mother sitsholding a small iconin a field of burnt barleynext to the cancelled name and jacketonce worn by The … Read More

The Holodomor was a human-induced famine which occurred in Soviet Ukraine in the years 1932-33, between the two World Wars. … Read More

I am the Story Weaver at Cactus Foundation Africa, writing poems and stories to teach children to care for the … Read More

An Ending of Days After JFE Celliers’s poem “That’s All” The ash of Shoah mingles and settleswith the ash of … Read More

Growing up, I was not told about the Holocaust, but was left to ‘discover’ it for myself. Even when certain … Read More

“AVE ATQUE VALE” The South African Poet, David Friedland, died last week. He and I and Peter Horsowski were once … Read More

It was my pleasure recently to give a first reading from the Poetry in McGregor 2022 Anthology, Touching the Wild. … Read More

In my novel, ‘The Master’s Ruse’, the two main protagonists, an aging authoress and a former professor of English — … Read More

Two of my friends died last month.One elected to take her own life, the other fought against dread disease, holding … Read More

Leaving the body and soaringlike a drone,flying just above the bombed buildings and seeingthe child’s hands,the woman’s boot,the smashed cornices,the … Read More

Recently, three children, under the exact instruction of their father, tortured a puppy and then set her alight. Her terrible … Read More

In each lifetime there are certain books that should be read more than once for they caution against the catastrophic … Read More

That old womanlived through the Holodomor          the second of the World Wars                    Stalin.She ate weeds and chewed leather.Now your cock … Read More

There are three Angels. Into their bronzelight, steps your mother bearinga loaf of dark breadand red cherry juice in a … Read More

Note Five on Day Thirty-four Now look!You’ve burst the buttons of your pompous Emperor jacket—Those little buttons made of children’s … Read More

It was with great pleasure that I recently represented Poetry in McGregor in launching David Friedland’s new book “The Solitary … Read More

Note One: On the Tenth Day You seem to share, with all tyrants,a fetish for piled corpsesfor eyeballs blown from … Read More

Last Thursday, I was privileged to attend, with my daughter, the honouring and celebration of Archbishop Tutu’s life. The eulogies … Read More

What can be done about those now labelled Migrants and Refugeesthose caught up on the border between Belarus and Polandthose … Read More

Poetry in McGregor recently held two Literary Aperitifs at Woodlands Eatery in Cape Town. These were in anticipation of the … Read More

Some days have an extraordinary measure to them as did today.I woke long before dawn.The moon, waning, was still quite … Read More

Wednesday is garbage day in my area and there is always an interesting juxtaposition between what is thrown out by … Read More

I was in the Cederberg mountains when the Great Fire of 2021 consumed the library of the University of Cape … Read More