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Then…we become one in this social distancing season by Choolwe Lubaya

[tabby title="Poem"] No cars waltz through thestreets, or bodies past pavements. Even play parks have beenlooted of their usual voices.Only the wind swifts a whistle. I’m encased in your arms;barring my brittle body fromwhat has fangs. You and I drink...

The Lies Railed into Her Ears by Choolwe Lubaya

[tabby title="Poem"] That she should sway her hips—a woman—this way and that.That it is for extinguishing herhusband’s burning eyes.That she should sweep the yardevery morning, like the way heused to sweep her off her soreswith his lovely mess of words.That...