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Hallucinations by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] Smoking unrefined marijuana in dry candle scented newspapers, the dialogue is in suspended parts like the light bobbing up and down your balaclava headevery time the fire finds a new spot on the fig to burn.There is no...

WILD CATARACT by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] I cross the border and I return.I cut you with a knife.Maple leaves dry like steel spikes strapped over the wallkeeping the light dancing only in your room.You wash bandages in the afternoon.I walk your dog. Now to...

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...