[tabby title="Poem"] It was October 7thwhen I met Yevaon Malaya Bronnaya Street. The cold moved quietlythrough the city. Snow descended slowly—like white feathersfalling from heaven. And when I looked at her,something ancientstirred inside me. As if somewherebeyond memory,we had already...

[tabby title="Poem"] Dull mornings rarely on the ranch,when overnight come dreams or mares,for manna laid, new day, new dew. Though horses foal or fillies flare,the quiet rustle cloaked by dark,as dawns that herd’s been whipped away. Noise not just wind...

[tabby title="Poem"] Somebody rings the bell,Shouting loud and long. I open up the door,Trouble is standing strong. Aunty says, “My milk is gone,”Her little dog barks loudly. I say, “This noise is trouble,”She blames me, angry and proud. “You torture...

[tabby title="Poem"] (for Lefa Walter Pela) Mind Your Own Business:Cry wolf in a sheepskinThe Comrades MarathonIs a foxtrot to nowhereNewspaper man in slow motionGone too soonHe was taken outBecause selling news is a formOf selling outA satchel full of tabloidAnd...

[tabby title="Poem"] “Don’t bolt your food,”my Mama cried.I heeded heradvice sometimes. So natural to meis that wisdom a priori,it must have comegenetically. I sat downat the feast of life,and watchedthe diners gag and die. They bolted food,those greedy souls,and cried,“What...