on dying a south african woman
Category: Verse
scour
on love and sex
we never lived
of social death and reactionary awakenings
writing as breathing
on the freedom of writing
autumn
i imagine had i fallen i would want you to treat it as autumn as if I were leaf falling from a tree, nature running its course… Read more “autumn”
your light, my heart
of love and softness
for her. for us.
An ode to Winnie Madikizela Mandela