Hierdie vreemde son brand my vel te seer en maak knoppies waar my siel losskeur daar is ‘n klip in die lug wat my hartseer maak wat skyn soos ek dig soos my stiltes praat ek wonder of jy ooit my woorde lees of jy my verstaan met jou vreemde gees jy sal altyd bly…Read more Brand My Weer
Jou groenblou kleur het my asem vermom en my siel gesteel soos ‘n kaalvoetbom Spykers en al My lewe snuk soos ‘n harde val teen die hemel se mure teen die wolke se gal Weerlig en al Ek sit op die dak van my spinnerak en red myself voor die balke sak oor al die…Read more Kaalvoetbom
I feel inferior to these people who have other people who laugh in the sun who are not blinded by it I feel small when reflecting on others who live differently freely who live but these people do not make They live Consume Die These people are only infinitesimal parts of other…Read more Infinitesimal Greatness
Hi All! This is the second instalment of an ongoing series (5 parts in total for those who are wondering) and today is all about my interview with Annabelle Hift. Annabelle has quite the reputation for being a quirky, vintage loving blogger, singer/songwriter and general crafter. I met her in primary school, when we were both shy and creative…Read more Life As A Creative Part 2
I am super excited to announce our first featured poet on HFC, Rochelle Bierma, who happens to be a close friend of mine. Rochelle is a language lover and a big believer in free verse poetry, so give her poem a glance and hit like if you want to support her writing. You can E-mail me…Read more Featured Poet!
it's time to write like an aftershock the storm after the silence it's time for honesty like a bad break blunt edges of the shattered bone it's time to reflect like a bad image on a calm river it's time to finally be a flurry of being it is unapologetic …Read more Aftershock