[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I tried to understand you and so I mapped youI connected lines within my soul to yours as if they were contoursI followed river streams and geographical patterns in order to reach youYou were lost and so...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Regret is a powerful sting.…and it wears on the soul, breaking off bits,like crumbling mortar. But I can’t be that person, that thing:a false expectation that inhabits,your soul’s most desolate quarter. I am sorry, but this is...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] CAPE TOWN Always the mountain.On the street are crowdsIn colours that theMountain’s bulk commands. And always there are crowds:The vendors at their wares,The taxi-drivers’ shouts,And the heart of the streets. And always there are hot streetsWith light...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Those possessed with the body of a god – unchartedhad a slight clearing in the common townbrushing nonunion elbows against the novelistic cultureas only servants or visitors of a sacred place.We passed outdoor restaurants with smoothly cut...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Ask me who I amWait, breathe in, and as you breathe outHold my right hand with your leftAnd put your right fist tight to your chestSolemnly swear to your ancestors to never tellDon't dare offload my secrets...