Best of Irish Poetry 2009
Best of Irish Poetry 2010

Editor: Matthew Sweeney



Songs of Earth and Light

Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan



Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition




Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes





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Kobus MoolmanAn award-winning poet and playwright, educator and editor, Kobus Moolman teaches creative writing in the Department of English at the University of KwaZulu-Natal. He is regarded as one of South Africa’s leading lyric poets. He has published seven collections of poetry: Time like Stone (winner of the 2001 Ingrid Jonker Prize), Feet of the Sky, Separating the Seas, (winner of the 2010 South African Literary Award for Poetry), Anatomy (winner of the 2009 DALRO Prize), Light and After, Left Over, (shortlisted for the Glenna Luschei Prize for African Poetry), and his most recent, A Book of Rooms. In 2013, he was the Mellon Writer in Residence, courtesy of Rhodes University in Grahamstown. At the end of 2013 he was awarded the Sol Plaatje European Union poetry award. Kobus holds a PhD in creative writing from the University of KwaZulu-Natal.




      Weighed and Wanting

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She says: I am losing my way in my own back garden. She says: I walk out of the house, down the back stairs. And suddenly I don’t know which way to turn to get back.





She says: Most days I have to sit on my hands to stop them flying off in all directions. She says: Most days I have to hold on to my head to stop it running off with the stray cats that howl under my window. She says: Most days I have to drink my own spit that drips from my mouth like a rabid dog’s. To stop it dripping from my mouth like a rabid dog’s.





She says: Something is eating me inside my head. She says: I don’t know what to do with my hands. When they start to make the action of a vacuum cleaner. Across my head.

She says: There is something that sounds like a leaf blower. That keeps starting up in my head. She says: In the green water of the public pool. I see three heads reflected on my shoulders. She says: The first one is mine. The second belongs to the lifeguard. And the third one is my dead father’s. Whom I never knew.





She says: Comfort me with stones. She says: Comfort me with sand and ash. She says: The wind is grey now. And the sky is cold. And everything is far too big for me to fit into.



©2015 Kobus Moolman



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Kobus Moolman at Poetry International Web

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