Poèmes

Of Words

The continuation of life, from small to greater meanings

A wounded Deer - leaps highest -

i've been waiting for you for months but you don't show up... it's like i don't remember the smell of the flower... so that i don't see it die... you covered me with foam i could only hear your roar... who else saw our beach empty? not even the waves that wet our feet...

Boy on a Swing by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

Peanut Butter M&M’s and

Nowadays, it’s not a literal blank piece of paper:

At Land’s End

PSALM OF PARLIAMENTARIAN” BY SEHLOHO PIET