by heinrichvandenberg.com | Aug 23, 2017 | Creative Writing
When an eagle takes off, it does not climb into the air with feathery claws. There is far too much pride woven into the threads of its existence. When an eagle takes off, it pushes the whole world down with its wings, and spins it around beneath its feet....
by heinrichvandenberg.com | Aug 23, 2017 | Creative Writing
White light refracts into colours when it passes through a drop of water. In the same way reflection causes our ideas to split into rainbows. Yet in order to create, something has to be undone. To sing we sacrifice breath. To create joy we lose laughter, and to see...
by heinrichvandenberg.com | Aug 23, 2017 | Creative Writing
Like a shock wave, springbok flee in terror back and forth in this Kalahari riverbed among the dunes. For on the dunes sit the cheetah, like sphinxes on sand pyramids, gazing across their kingdom of slaves.
by heinrichvandenberg.com | Aug 23, 2017 | Creative Writing
This is not a snake, nor poisonous leaves. This is an abyss in the forest floor. This is the end of the future.
by heinrichvandenberg.com | Aug 23, 2017 | Creative Writing
Texture is a language. It is Braille for the brain. A fondling of the eyes.
