Bearing witness to the times ref1

Before we get to know each other ref1

Between the empty cans and dustbin lids, ref1

Black is . . . the shawl of the night, ref1

Breaking out from the plane, ref1

Bring on the dancing juries ref1

British? Black and beautiful. ref1

Can you spread me lightly on this street? ref1

Cold winds have frozen us, ref1

Connect cold ice with fire ref1

Dead fast this. ref1

Dew drops in the morning, ref1

Don’t bandage my words around the wrong bruises. ref1

Don’t take what I have because what I have is me. ref1

Dust spurts from the track ref1

Each cloud wants to be a storm. ref1

Each immaculate table a near perfect reflection of the next; ref1

For the radical faction to change the constitution ref1

Gil Scott-Heron shines ref1

Gnarled tree of silence, ref1

Have you seen the churches of Lalibela? ref1

He held in his mind the fear ref1

He saw riots scream and the blue sky scream ref1

Here are the past messages of the first born, ref1

Here is the ask price on the closed position, ref1

Here is the death of the son you never had, ref1

How is it that we still smile when the pressure comes? ref1

Humpty Dumpty was pushed, ref1

I ref1

I am a tree with no roots . . . or dead roots . . . or chemical-ridden roots. ref1

I am the snake ref1

I can always tell when it’s spring. There’s this plane crash, ref1

I can see your fingerprints ref1

I climbed a mountain for her, ref1

I don’t need an occupation ref1

I expect you might at some point tonight ref1

I got the bruise, the bruise, ref1

I know, if you knew when you lost it you wouldn’t be looking. ref1

I like wrecks, I like ex-junkies, ref1

I lived next to Pretoria, ref1

I saw a single magpie, ref1

I shall be totally honest with you ref1

I speak to you on this memorable day ref1

I’ll rein in then chain you in. ref1

If there was ever one ref1

If you can see the sepia in the sun, ref1

In shells ref1

In the interval of each footstep ref1

In the orchard I catch a falling leaf and wish to make no wish. ref1

Instant consciousness comes in the pound, ref1

Instead of rolling my tongue around a juicy adjective ref1

It isn’t what’s said, it’s what’s not said ref1

It was embarrassing for him. I sixth-sensed it. Me. ref1

It was the evening before the eve of her deadline. ref1

It’s children who spot sand-pits ref1

It’s got to scream like a thousand shivers. ref1

It’s in the secluded moment ref1

Let there be peace, ref1

Listening, and we’re listening ref1

Mother, what will I say to you? ref1

Move ref1

My dad is a pilot. Everybody knows that. ref1

On buying her flowers ref1