[tabby title="Poem"] Where is Maria McCloy?Who when and whyShaped out of clayArt turned a toy tends to cloy I never met Maria McCloyI've been to Yeoville's Time SquareWalked down memory laneThe famous Rocky StreetRevelled my eyesOn the Rooftop Tandoori I...

[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"] (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"] "I've been thinking about you all day" Poetry:You’ve rained on my parades more times than I can count,yet somehow, I never learned to run from your storms.Your face—it doesn’t just visit my thoughts,it conquers them,plastered across every billboardin...

[tabby title="Poem"] I wish I were a writer…So I could find the exact words toexplain my emotionsTo write down every thoughtinstead of drowning in them,To call for help in a language otherswould understandTo turn screams in my chest intoa masterpiece...