Renee Sigel's Writings
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Short Story
Jan.20.2010
Published January 1892 The New England Magazine
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, by all accounts, remains relatively invisible today, despite her being of a mind which in today's economic climate would have given the best moneymen a run for their business acumen and money. Intellectually she remains in a league of her own, her legacy, not only testament to a rare gift of intellectual alacrity, but a wordsmith with a...
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Poem
Jul.30.2009
Sexions: Selections from Life and Love Bewrite books 2005
in the deep night of our bedsdesire walks barefoot through passionsand imaginingsdrawn of endless hoursetching into my daysthat no longer rememberthe timebefore,you were there. your touch flowsto the centre of my sexbeckoning the godsto dance divine the spectacle burrowed in the seasonsof my heart. your jewelled adorationshimmers the lengthof your affectionsthat...
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Poem
Apr.23.2009
Sexions, Selections from Life and Love /
I made a promise to myself - To become famous:
Not for money, but for Art….
The wanting has grown long sinuous roots and become Ancient;
a deep tree from which Words Cascade – brief and delicate.
Springblossoms breathlessly summon parables,
Settling as dust does on one’s skin; unfolding
an Unforgettable gaze of beautiful eyes.
I will not let you go.
You...
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Poem
Apr.23.2009
English Academic Review
Coping with ‘as is’!
Open ends
Circular beginnings
And lean charms of underchoice;
Mudcakes falling from heaven
Into upturned aprons
Of the suburban female dream.
Niesche is wordplay, deliberate
Physical, passive
Neglect tastes of honey-blossom and dust.
Behind Moroccan walls…
Pretty maidens in a row
Watch and watch their gardens grow;
Provocative hushed-hush...
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Poem
Apr.23.2009
English Academic Review ; Published by English Academy of South Africa
The figure to the right –cuddly as a piglet
to some fond of affectionate kissing.
He emerges out of the chaos
with a vigour, regal
to the tourist
watching across the night-life storyline.
Only, it’s his chance to continue business as usual:
Pillow upon pillow. Blush upon blush.
A gusty challenge in a tug of war for love.
to quiet the joyous spirits in scents and...
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Poem
Apr.23.2009
Sexions, Selections from Life And Love. BeWrite Books
“ ‘Tis an artful dance you dare”, said She.
“Four wishes at once, My lady,”
said the Tiger dressed in suede.
“Some connive to convince, yet I
Forever faithful, remain
silent and incumbent in the shade.”
Then he sang
Soldier soldier burning bright
Stamp out your fire,
For we all once died of fright!
And told how
Joacasta’s double sorrow echoed
“Play chess...
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Poem
Apr.23.2009
Sexions, Selections from Life and Love. BeWrite Books 2005
Ma'dala, sing to me her lullaby
for the heavens will not speak to me
and my mind is sunk of love and violence
She is much like bread these days, scattered
across tables, torn and crumbed
And oh how I would have her speak…
Ma'dala sing to me her heart
the breeze betrays a little of her song
Ma'dala sing to me her lullaby
for I would die with her
but all the...
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Poem
Feb.21.2009
I wake to shake the tree of history from my bones,
I roll over and rattle thunderous ages from my hair
and slipping from cool eternity on mascara from my lashes,
I tumble from my bed to undo the noose of my dying,
….Leaving a note
to my Afterlife, not to expect moi anytime soon….
Faltering, altering, you may yet turn out
My firstly last and only desirable...
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Poem
Feb.21.2009
Tracing days, Lost, like Next of Kin
Along an eloquent medieval hemline,
Clichéd canticles chime Intransitive distances
Shaping a tentative blend of humour and Black Death.
Cast, off the backbones of spinsters, convinced Spells
Are word-processed by the gaunt shoe Salesman of Bad-Breath,
Generosity dies between cold sheets; shirt-and- limbless in skins...
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Poem
Feb.21.2009
So flows skill and performance in the art of the dance
that may shape the sky of your tomorrows
in unimaginable inifinties;a whole life
bound
and wound into meanderings
long sought
though ought never be said out aloud
for the cultivation of imagination
in fields of cinnamon.
Their secrets
found tied by string and bound to balloons
dressed as moons upon...
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She has dealt with (this) exile by delving deep into the written word, both in fiction and in poetry. The exploration of her prose, which is also excellent, comparing with the works of Alexander Solzhenitsyn, si for another time. In her poetry we find a combination of eloquence and love for the English language that approaches that of T.S.Eliot. (Roger Humes, Curator Other Voices)”
—Preface, Sexions, selections from life and love
About Renee
I was born and educated in South Africa during the 'golden era' of Apartheid. I grew up somewhere between the stables, the stage and the dance studio. My young world was shaped by storytellers yet, I would never have considered writing at all had it not been...
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Causes Renee Sigel Supports
The Grossman Burn Unit