Ten toes and feet to run, to the stone walls, of history. – A dance. by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poem"] Exposed belly buttons and naked knees. Dusty, Small, Short, Vagabond! The ghetto street embellished with clamors of tin and coordinated jumps, Screams of 'Chicago! Chicago! Letha ama tin!!!' Hunger and the fullness of a childhood spent in the...

Cornucopia (Words to the womb of Man) by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poem"]A vision of reciprocative reflective seizures impregnated by bodies chanting in a fallen forest, nymphets kneeling knitting knives into the rising dust - A vision galvanized into singing of butterfly shadows to the murky horizon of His holy womb....

Paradise (a Prayer to her holy Divinity) by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poem"]A thunder makes love in the skin of Paradise. Paramount to her Divine touch are the screams of soothsayers, Silent ladies, Primordial sages, Ancestors of Venus, In Divine sashaying dresses. Matching in skin colour with the cacophony of a...

Hymen by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poem"]Dust gathers at the feet of a broken belly, The morning makes a shadowy blind entrance, Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality, is amiss, Dogs howl in the phantasmagoria of a soulful tangible ghost, Smoke, the illusion of her...

Muse, Father by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poem"] Beautiful beast; ancient creature, father of the ancient stars which incessantly keep the sky subject to your divine intellect. Wombs have been sacrificed for centuries to titillate your divine perspective. Virgins holy in their promises are never enough...