Traces and faces I protest The long awaiting silence of my soul I reclaim No more dying words Ormeta no more, hush be gone No pain stored Love recalls I write so that those who are in the same space...
The people next door Don’t care much about philosophy They don’t care About this collapsing economy – Every Saturday morning The boy next door Puffs a cigarette outside While talking soccer with his friends His mother joins the topic too...
“favorite quotation: only believers in death will die!” when i thought about doing this i didn’t realise that it was just a few days away from a full year since Stan my Man died. i met Stan in 2003,...
Time has never lied, Its prophetic hands are like nightmares into charlatan’s dream, It hawks our true intentions through the shadow of history, In seeming-less rapture, numbing us to ephemeral realities, where we cuddle with the wind of a brewing...
we’re living in marvelous times. when i have no words to capture my thoughts… i play with images. uZamantungwa