I meet Naledi in her hotel room, it is the morning after she won that national Lover + Another Poetry Challenge hosted by Drama For Life at the Hillbrow Theatre. “It is Naledi Raba, right?” I ask checking that I’m...
the home I know is dry as has been lit aflame smoked and scorched chewed up swallowed up sick up and spat out measured out found to be wanting traced out crossed out, cut out pencilled [restrict]back in and rewritten,...
I am a butterfly burning.My wings are strangely stitched, tattered at the corners and hard to breatheMy weight is of a flying feather fluttering to be painted in landscapes.Burning,Wounded.A butterfly burning in the bloodied heat of a collectors bloodied feet.My...
he died to me, some time ago, long after I was free and I still have his chains about my neck, as you can see he never let me know where I could hope to find the key to break...
Limitless Stings Frowns Dark at heart Saddened us Weakened eyes Shadowed sight Mirrors lie Insides out Outsides still Pupils dilate See no further [restrict]than electronics Blinded love Loving things Inhuman beings Silly schemes Running slow Walking fast Motionless Moving in...