Updated: Jan 25, 2023
red disk
drops at the western
edge of sky:
pulls a blanket of
rosy, golden, soft light
and glist'ning pink
clouds
strong sun
sings lullabies for
homeland:
can such gifts ever
be enough to make up
for all of these
tears?
Sometimes, when the moonshine fades from the night, I find myself glowing softly – the only source of light And in this between time,...
Lightning races its way across the sky’s canvas, dodging and ducking like a tsotsi accelerating from the cops. Traffic snakes and winds...
You say numbers I see colours He says months You see shapes She plays music I taste flavours We tell stories You hear accusations We...
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