We both bleed orange when the car swings down the driveway,search for bandaidsto conceal evidence,dive underneath a cozy bundle of excuses,reasons to continue to sharesimilar miseries. Siblings in distress,bonded by chaos,dread in colour. Maybe, together,we will eventually find territoryon which … Continue reading
It is a field of thorns,
the land of no man which lies between us:
solemn,
grieving a trust too fragile to begin with.
Must we rush across it
hand in hand?
…hoping that act would be akin
to walking over a grave
covered over with hot coals?
…surprised that faith still counts
as we knock on that grave’s door,
request answers amid a generation
submerged in loneliness?
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I am not rebel nor pioneer,I have not sliced through the serpent’s bellyand climbed outwith its heart still beatingat the tip of my penknife. I will not cross oceans for younor capture the moonin exchange for your heart. I am … Continue reading
…more than to be happy:to be loved;across all divides,within all silence,in all invalid mistakes punctuatingthe principle of honour:to be loved to infinity;as seen by each blindspot that maylive within a wish:to belong;aside from all validation:to be loved. All Rights ReservedCopyright … Continue reading
Stand firm.Swiftly Past advances to claim fragile Future,conspiring with her transport:The Thieves of Time. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2022 Tebogo Ndlovu
Last night,raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.They trekked across red tiles,down the sides of stern walls,through grimy gutters,delivered forbidden messages,confided transcendent thoughts… … Continue reading
A pair of bodies splayed on a soft settee.Three glasses of red wine each,Four smooth songs laterHeads bob up and down,chins swaying to a drunken rhythmuntil all goes black, to royal blue. A dream unfolds that mundane nightHere comes a … Continue reading
She may have sounded furious, but only because she was doubly susceptible to base emotions back then -and the sharp edges of ‘harmless’ advice, fixing ‘with love’. Something was amiss, so that all seemed inside out. Petty was noble, for … Continue reading
It’s uncanny how differently they are seen,given whatever angle… One sees a jungle of servants, vessels molded for utility,modeled for pleasure-edited here and there to breathe the optimal result.They must smile when expected,express gleeful surprise given the appropriate trigger.They must … Continue reading
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