Hymen by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poet Bio"]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...

Muse, Father by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 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...

Butterfly Burning by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poet Bio"]I am a butterfly burning.My wings are strangely stitched, tattered at the corners and hard to breatheMy weight is of a flying feather fluttering to be painted in landscapes.Burning,Wounded.A butterfly burning in the bloodied heat of a collectors...

Cultural identity trapped between colonial margins

Freedom, to me, means a number of things, but I will particularly focus on one, language, which I regard as ‘cultural identity’. The right to cultural identity. As long as the highest law of the country does not correspond with...

A Solitude of Sayings by Mapule Mohulatsi

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A solitude of sayings followed by caves Ancient with history and silenced bees for the sake of sweet nothings and battered lungs Fangs and blood forsaken drums A shakin' mantra Sayings by deities; Godliness in celetial rites...