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Summer Beetles by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] Summer beetles don’t buzz they tell of lifeof the growing grass,young eager blades laced with hope, left on a hunting knife,of haunting storiescascading down mugs like the old morning dew,the story of me and you.Summer beetles don’t buzz...

The Name ‘Mathakane’ by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] It's how the strange and the kind can get entwined intoanother version of the truth, like velvet harmless hanging in a wardrobeor the summer, and the brief stare of the longest faces.Another witness is dead on the news,...

Drunk Parlour by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] At the vale of evening if we wait for headlights at ha–Phokoaneyou can see coins flick the moonlight in the hands of children running across the street at night.The men here as brave as a hoard of whores...

Madman on a Roadside by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] After the peace and after the war he was all that was left of the townthe remaining outline of a map to a place that never existed.They were burning into statues from across the street,hiding into their faces,...

Forgotten Jubilee by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] Coming back to claim this forgotten landas a three-headed chimera brushing itsmare against the shore. Waking back toa morning of promises, flowers, seedbedsand a black screen, a matrix of scents;waking beside deep braided hair, coffee,secret messages under our...