Author Archives: Nayes
Creation
If I bare my soul If I scour out The darkling soot And morbid webs Of all that lurks in corners Pretending friendship – If I pare down to naked spirit If I excise decay To the core of who I am And find my true reflection In the moment where deceit Holds its breath [Read the full story ...]
The Door
The moment you went through that door I knew it was over Your bags packed, your heart pounding, you were leaving Your new life just beginning never to return back again The moment you went through that door I knew it was over Your bags are back now, but you are not So short lived, [Read the full story ...]
The Phoenix
Slowly I rise from the ashes Like a Phoenix my flame is renewed my wings are still new and tight I stretch them out prepare myself to take off on my new journey BUT I cannot, not yet Like a giant enemy of freedom life forces me to stay still I cannot move I am [Read the full story ...]
Journey Through A Coffee Cup
This proves my familiar office, brandishing a cup of frank coffee: bittersweet and black. The magic beans bring me solace, silencing the blankest pages with ageless musical flavours. Every song was written for me, to the last apostrophe; though every note was sang for you. Every sip imagines a kiss, all the more imagining you [Read the full story ...]
Dearest
Dearest, I dreamt of you again last night, the dream where you hold my hand. We sat together in what looked like a meadow. I tried to stay as long as she would let me but soon I was awake. I blocked out the light, shut my eyes tight so I could find you again. [Read the full story ...]
Desire
A moment in time Frozen memory A passionate crime Still lonely Eyes portraying love Incurable desire No emotions above Burning fire A magical day Fading dream Driving me far away Disappearing scene I am not immune Still hurts I am blowing away Sand from a dune *** *Words by Toinette Rautenbach *Photograph by Chantal Robbertse
Chantal Robbertse
Chantal Robbertse completed a BCom Photography degree (specialising in Fine Arts) at the Pretoria Technikon in 2002. These days, she spends her time finding the meaning in the beauty in simple things, and is simply stunned by the means some people will go to to be beautiful. They’re dreaming the wrong dream if they … [Read the full story ...]
To Forget
Pass me the bottle Let me see what’s inside Take a shot from the bottle On a roller coaster ride. Pass me the bottle Let me see what’s inside Another shot from the bottle On that roller coaster ride. Pass me the bottle Let me see what’s inside I think I’m looking for myself For [Read the full story ...]
A Stream Called Nothing
A stream called: Nothing It christens me with delirious pleasure The night’s velvet skin and stars The dark twilight fading into a deep sense of mystery And the cold winds blow… We are trapped in this machine… [Read the full story ...]
When
Many full moons later… a thousand sunsets passed- How many new mornings still to come before the visible becomes invisible to your eyes so full of emptiness loneliness… *** *Words by Hermien Veldhuizen-Nysschen *Photograph by Andy Kruger