Hostage to circumstance/
try to affirm that I’m magic

Hostage to circumstance/
try to affirm that I’m magic
A girl runs away from home, hoping to see her boyfriend. It’s the middle of the night. She gets in a car with a stranger. They share a beer and things get weird. She jumps […]
Lonely bulb
Moonbeam beacon
Cascades
On the stage
Pitch black
i befriended a fruit fly once,
with body black, and bending knees.
knowing secrets of the universe, hence
it told me how to live in peace.
o-scrape off in time n-watch th-word-raid brake
Don’t hold my face when you say it./
Don’t look at me as if you’ll crumble if I turn away.
Shade talks with poetry editor Max Hamilton about confronting grief through meditation and writing.
I’ve always thought redemptions should come in the form of damp little castles.
When I want to know more about him, I read the words that shot fists into the air.
Kiss by kiss/I build you
My mother wanted things.
The wind pulls a crystal from my eye
Last month, I went to a reading where there was a clown. MX gallery right off Canal Street in Chinatown, up five grueling flights of stairs. I stumbled into the dimly lit art space out […]
I can’t pinpoint the moment I met Lidudumalingani. Throughout my time in Cape Town I encountered him at film festivals, talks on creativity, live music events, book gatherings and around the dinner tables of mutual friends.
I guzzled down my twenties
black hands/pure gold/interstellar bodies
would expose intoxicants under mama’s pulsing scales
I am not bereft, just panting
Self-Executing Waiver
When your wings hit glass, do you feel it?