As I reminisce about our past together, I am reminded of all the times you kept me full And how the door to your heart only required a pull How I fooled myself into a forever Your voice; once a melody, Devolved into cryptic morse code The tepidness of your affections, I could not remedy And that is where my passion slowed My love, I saw how hard you tried, To reheat a love that had died But it is now where I need you to b...

Under raspberry Sun. We fed on, Olives from Iklaina. Tasting sweet honey. On full lips. Waves crash Under the Blue Moon. Secrets whispered. Promises made. Bonfires flame. Bullroares sing. Clapsticks wail. Stolen kiss. Then returned. Can honey, Be any sweeter.

Why do I long to hear the sound of your sweet voice, See your ever-loving image before my eyes, The smell of your heavenly fragrant And the feel of your touch? Why… Because you saw me. You saw me when I was invisible Trying to hide from the world. You saw me for who I am, What I have to offer When no one else could. You saw me when I was invisible. I see in your eyes things I long to hear, My body quivers with anticipatio...

It's always when the dust settles that another gust of wind blows it back up in the air. Just when I thought I was barely okay, I received a text from an ex. This wasn't necessarily uncommon for me but not for the reason you may think. I've always felt that if you enter a romantic partnership with someone, you must establish a form of friendship. I know this may be pessimistic, but when the relationship eventually fails,...

New budding flowers are poking through the earth Cottonwoods are irritating my allergies The sky is a brilliant, bright blue Fluffy white clouds Warm sunlight on a glistening river Summer just around the corner. An awards show and pictures and proud smiles and excitement - Summer break just around the corner. Laughter turned to terror As the gunman came around the corner.

I thought you were the one. The one who would love me And take care of my heart. Love denied once again. I still feel the pain, hurt, and suffering From past and present relationships. Where time and time and time again I exposed my mind, my heart, my soul… Only to feel the cold steel dagger From an unaffectionate lover, that wears a façade Laced with poison dreams and romance That is meant to kill the rose before it bloo...

Labels. There are so many labels now. And it's confusing And scary And amazing Because I finally know where I fit These didn't exist when we were all finding ourselves Though I paused finding myself to hide myself in the identities of others. We, not me. I'm still finding me But I know pieces I am a business owner I am a writer I am a line cook I am a bookworm I am she/they I'm somewhere in the Rainbow Club I want to shou...

Enough. Hearing screams. Tired of talk. Blah blah. Can't stop, Finger pointing. Never change. Leaving only, Broken souls. Bloody teddy's One more school. As we all, Look upon. Fresh Graves. Anyone listening? Enough. Say it. Enough.

The ocean has ears. It has heard me. I am a mermaid. Do not listen to my song As you will wallow in deep sorrow. I can't be with you. The cloud has eyes. It has seen me. I am a wanderer. Do not follow my path When you can't handle your wrath. I mustn't be with you. The wind has emotions It has felt me. I am a dreamer. Do not plan a future with me With thoughts of reality. I won't be with you.

Just that—a moment. Not a life resolving, world changing event. Trivial, you will think it. But for me, a just-turned-sixteen, raw, callow adolescent with little knowledge of the way of the world, it was a mind stirring, almost upsetting moment, recalled here from decades gone by. Kate was my cousin, and I was one month her junior. She was the daughter of my mother’s sister, my Aunt Rita living in Middlesex. I still have...

23rd of May – Season 3 AT NGELOSI CITY HALL Mandla wasn’t sure what he was going to say but he knew what he had say. He was currently sitting outside his father’s office in Ngelosi City Hall. There was no sound except the clicking of a keyboard as the Deputy Mayor’s secretary, Sindiwe, typed away at her desktop. Mandla had been waiting so long that he was sure that his father had forgotten about him until the door opened...

Born at night. Tossed at first chance. Alleyway to stoop. Hunger her only home. What is love? Or smiles to keep. Head hung low. Matted fur, Stumbes on. Frozen paws, In the falling snow. Brow eye girl. Born rich. No mothers love. Raised with whispers. Told her fault. Everyone knew. Home cold, Never a hug. Or story read. Had to leave. Walking in the snow. 6th street bridge, Calls her. Nothing to hold her, Anymore. Snowy lum...

17th of May – Season 3 Dear Diary, For the past three years, people have told me that when I signed up to become an F-X reporter that I was flushing an otherwise promising career down the toilet. And who could blame them? Unlike my fellow resident reporters, I was in my early thirties when I signed up with Formula-X. I didn’t need the experience and I was capable of starting my own media enterprise. So the question became...

9th of May – Season 3 Temper hated this part. But he knew that it was necessary as he stood up in front of the anonymous group of people and prepared to speak. “My name is Themba Kunene and I am angry…” The session had gone on how it usually did which left Temper bored more than anything. It was only when it was over and he walked out of the hall of the Civic Centre did the day get interesting. It was the woman sitting on...

I can’t remember exactly when I first saw the factory. I know I always passed it on my walk to school. Even without looking at it, you were aware of its existence. For a start, there was the smell. Not a smell that is easy to describe, just a smell. It wasn’t there all the time, just when the prevailing winds allowed it to drift over our house. And then there were the sounds. Once again, I find them hard to describe. If I...