Goldfish Memory

Your name is gone the second it is uttered

And to ask it again now would be more embarrassing

Than admitting I forgot it latter

Hopefully someone within earshot will say it

Before I have to address you directly

Meanwhile I will call you you,

Hope you don’t catch on,

And hardly pay attention to what you are saying 

As I try to recollect the name

That I wasn’t listening to in the first places

Assured it must be swimming somewhere in my mind

Like a goldfish in a bowl


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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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