They Also Shy Away

I was never the beginning or the end
To passersby
They too recoil
From the beacon I shed

They bark and they scoff
With fearful hearts,
Mirroring what dwindles
In this nightmarish soul

They too must retreat
From the endless rivers that ramble
With anguish, with indifference, with joy


Wilderness of Embers and Stone

I’m seldom alone
When death is on the move
Harvesting, the rhythms of defiance
I beloved as a child

Their rebellions are still alight within me
Leveling the castles I forge
To a wilderness of embers and stone

I’m seldom alone
In the gathering dusk,
Their gangs still swarm
With villainous delight

Old Delusions

I’ve got miles to go
On this splayed apart fever-dream
Toward an era
That will take me as one of its own

I’ve got centuries
Before every crest and valley of myself
Is pondered and mapped with care,

The fall, will be drawn out and cruel
But the moment I scatter
I will earn a hero’s reception

On the distant banks
Of an aged reverie

Life and Death – Author Kesau’c N. Hill

Creative Talents Unleashed

What is death?

Death is long nights in a prison

cell listening to homemade knives

being scraped on the floors, fashioned

to knock a chunk out of your vital organs.

While counting how many times

it’s been on again.

Full of anxiety wondering if I’m

fashioning mine correctly.

But coming to the conclusion that I’ll

use it for them to respect me.

All the while I’m reaching for life…

Death is standing under the gunners

aim to make a collect call and hoping to

collect all of what comes with shame.

Leads to praying that the receiving party

loves you enough to say, “Yes” to the

prison charges.

You’re upset because you could’ve plead

guilty to lesser charges, but the charge is

being born a black male,

thus, we were all blackmailed into acting

like the system is fair instead of for the

fare; plead guilty, now we’re the ostracized

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Through Forests of White

Denial is tenacious
It hangs to a love affair
That my crazed thoughts chase
Through the ivory backwoods

My hour in the sun is an agile prey,
The lasso often falls
Still the chase rambles on

Denial, lifts every utterance of praise
As it snuffs out the cries
Pleading “caution” from the night

They plague from below,
Awaiting the smoke
That will spill from my torn
And dispirited form

ICARUS RISING – VOLUME 1:New Book Release by Don Beukes

The Salamander Chronicles - Don Beukes


© Cover art by Luke Borrill

I am happy to announce that my second collection of poetry has been published by Alien Buddha Press and made a reality by Red Fox.

This unique ekphrastic collection is a result of close collaboration with artists from South Africa, America and the UK. Most of the poems were exclusively written in response to selected artwork and each artist has at least one artwork published in this book.

I want to thank the following artists who has been part of this unique collection:

Luke Borrill

Jonel Scholtz

Nanda Soobben

Amitabh Mitra

Shameeg Van Schalkwyk


Price $9.99 from Amazon

2016 Don

About the Author

Don Beukes was born in Athlone in Cape Town, South Africa. He spent his childhood in Elsies River and Belhar and graduated at the University of the Western Cape with a BA Degree in English and Geography in 1992 where he also…

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