Freedom, to me, means a number of things, but I will particularly focus on one, language, which I regard as ‘cultural identity’. The right to cultural identity. As long as the highest law of the country does not correspond with...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] blow me away into a million pieces will you just only if after the thunder and the storm, when it all dies down you will still be here love me till my hearts stops, love me till...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] One epic Saturday morning The heavens and winds subduing To permit my soul to freeing The escaping on the road enjoying When I heave and legs pounding Heart throbbing and hands waving To every car and person...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I fear that I can no longer write Now that my muse is gone. Now that he breaks my heart no longer I cannot write about how I worshipped the ground he walked on. The one who...
this week's writing prompt: "i shall learn myself anew i shall read myself from the trees i shall glean myself from all others i shall wean myself of you" from Sipho Sepamla's At The Dawn of Another Day 1 rule:...