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The Waslap of my father by Rethabile Masilo

[tabby title="Poem"] In my palm sits my father’s waslap*,as I knew it would one dayeach time I saw him scrub himselfwith it in the zinc tub beside our hut,darkening the water with his mood.I wash myself with that waslap,wishing he...

Poet Profile: Rethabile Masilo

RETHABILE MASILO is a Mosotho poet who has lived in France for more than 30 years. He left his country, Lesotho, as a refugee in 1981, eventually ending up in the USA where he continued his biology studies. He moved...

Mourning flowers by Rethabile Masilo

[tabby title="Poem"] Flowers are not for the living, at least not their entire blossom;a bunch of bloodshot or milky or inky petals in a fond hand,for example lilies or other flowers that prefer to grow on surfacesof ponds in a...

The history of Mangaung by Rethabile Masilo

[tabby title="Poem"] The forgotten ones are with us in these woodlands: a crunchunderfoot, the time it takes memory to go back in historyand return with its hands full... the names of all the cowskilled at funerals, the sound of their...