My dogs smiles at me; it loves me
I who had its balls cut out for my own convenience
I who leased it when it would roam free
Does its tailor made DNA even remember the forests,
The hunts and the packs it moved in
Meals torn from bone
As appose to a bowl full of pellets
My dog would die for me its captor
Of course it gets to sleep all day
And occasionally run on the beach
Or join me on a hike in the wild
Where something stirs in it
And its ears prick up
And its wet nose twitches
As it catches the scent of what it used to be




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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (

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