Textured Hands by Fumo Chabalala

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] These fists bear the world's weight.Holding foe, friend andFamily gracefully if not elegantly, notDiligently. Scrapes and scarsLinger around,Some gushed redWhile others never bled.Old wounds hang like medals,Telltale signs of strugglesForgotten and a few forgiven. Fingers trace outlines...

We are here by Fumo Chabalala

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We are here, we are still here. Tattered and torn,  Battered and beaten, Disintegrated, atom by atom. Ha tshemba, ha lwa. Ha hanya. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Fumo Chabalala is a 22-year-old poet, currently in his 3rd year...

For the ones by Fumo Chabalala

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] For the ones who got away.I can finally avail myself to you:My aunt who raised me whenMother went asunderIn the land of the rising sun.To my cousin,Who taught me how to useThese lips to create soundFrom the...