“Strangers kiss softly as moths” by Xabiso Vili

[tabby title="Poem"] A quote from Michael Ondaatje’s “In the skin of a lion” You burnt me With your singed, Still-warm fluttering Kisses, Or was it I Who burnt you? I still can’t decide Who was the flame And who was...

Dear Leaders by Xabiso Vili

[tabby title="Poem"] I saw you last on my grandmother’s zinc wall, smiling and promising housing. She’s gone now, and so is her papier mache home and her sandcastle dreams, burnt by a lack of electricity and an abundance of paraffin...

My First Word Was Daddy by Xabiso Vili

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab3="Poet Bio"] I tried to speak to my father today, tried to build a bridge between our tongues, but the salty waters beneath the spaces between us are already infected with the decaying words that never made it...