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Two poems by Sarah Frost

The Past What were you thinking, mother, When you handed me the slim rectangular package – A watch for my tenth birthday – When I came to your bed that lonely winter morning? I was mute with my longing for

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The Past

by Sarah Frost   What were you thinking, mother When you handed me the slim rectangular package containing a watch, for my tenth birthday as I came to your bed that lonely winter morning? I was mute with my longing

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Jazz song

by Sarah Frost   The saxophone segues into a room simmering with strangers: its notes are bricks, constructing shelter. Leaning into a bench corner, he swallows down a melancholy beer, lets his eye slide from under his worn checked cap.

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THE ALAN PATON WILL TRUST


Botsotso is pleased to announce that it is now hosting administration of this trust.


The function of the trust is to negotiate terms of Permission and Rights under which Alan Paton’s work may be published, translated and/or used in any other manner, such as adaptation.


The literary managers are Warren Jeremy Rourke and Kharys Ateh Laue who are contactable at botsotso@artslink.co.za


All Permissions and Rights accrue directly to the Trust.


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