Kobus Moolman

Kobus Moolman Poems

So most nights.

So every other night.

So every other night when not with.
...

Broken jars of sleep.

The expensive shadow a mouth carries
between bedrooms.
...

He stares at the table.

His elbows on the table.

His book on the table.
...

The sheep move off.
The sky gets heavier.
The birds grow lighter.
The wind stands up and stretches.
...

An aeroplane takes off
from the edge of his sleep.

His phone is off
because the battery is flat.
...

Falsetto

He did not know what the sky was made of.

He did not know what fire tasted like.
...

Kobus Moolman Biography

Kobus Moolman was born in 1964, and currently lives in Pietermaritzburg. He has published five individual collections of poetry: Time Like Stone (University of Natal Press, 2000); Feet of the Sky (Brevitas, 2004); Separating the Seas (University of Kwazulu-Natal Press, 2007); Light and After (Deep South, 2010) and Left Over (Dye Hard Press, 2013). He has also published two collections of plays, as well as editing the journal Fidelities from 1995 until 2007 and the anthology Tilling the Hard Soil (UKZN Press, 2010), containing poetry, prose and art by South African writers living with disabilities. In this period he has received several awards, including the Ingrid Jonker Prize, the South African Literary Award for poetry and the BBC African Theatre Award. At present he works as an academic in English Studies at the University of Kwazulu-Natal in Durban.)

The Best Poem Of Kobus Moolman

In Bed Without

So most nights.

So every other night.

So every other night when not with.

So when usual and without surprise.

So together and far apart and beyond all at the same.

So at night time when leaving and standing, watching go away.

So more or less, this way and that.

So opening, closing, in, out, attached and loose as a nozzle.

So switched on.

So off.

So when the sky rolls over and on top and big is too full and the wind is grey as cotton, hand-washed, hanging up, dripping over the bath, and the plug is breathless and blocked up with his hair that does not stop, that does not stop falling, out.

That does not.

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