Lizo MastersDayThere’s a light shooting between the gaps of branches in the woods that gilds the ground. It shoots through crossed twigs and the shifting…Nov 9, 2017Nov 9, 2017
Lizo MastersWaterHold me down in the current. The streams that bellows without break. Even as the grass stands still in the sunshine or the trees widen and…Nov 9, 20171Nov 9, 20171
Lizo MastersStarIn the wild blowing night sky, at the top of the glint of the way-weary night was a further glint so ghostly small and goalless and alone…Nov 9, 2017Nov 9, 2017
Lizo MastersinPretoria Poetry CircleA holiday to the sea is expensiveFew speak of a man with skinJan 13, 20161Jan 13, 20161
Lizo MastersinPretoria Poetry CircleAfterwardsMy mother stays with me in the kitchen and talks of her life up to tonight. She tells me about her grandmother as though I were her and she…Dec 28, 2015Dec 28, 2015
Lizo MastersinPretoria Poetry CircleEveningHe brought us to a place of dim light and irises white as porcelain, lowering in genuflection from their own weight that their stalks could…Dec 25, 2015Dec 25, 2015