Mbuso’s foot hit the ground and the dust lifted in a standing ovation to the dance she was performing. Vibrations from the drums coursed through performer and spectator alike. Their thundering sound mimicked by the clapping of hands and ululation. Joy and belonging fully manifested and impossible to deny. “Ngiyabonga, Ngiyabonga bazali …” she began… Continue reading The Heritage of Our Things
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What Happens After
There below the surfaceJust under your skin Flows blood as red as mineAnd when too much is spilt your heart stops just as mine wouldThere below the surfaceAway from your gazeAre cells that hold your parents DNA the same way that my cells hold myheritageAnd when you open your palmsLife lines criss-cross like the highways of… Continue reading What Happens After
Poem #7
It was all available Not bare But accessible And not via a door mat I believed that I was giving And that it would never run out But now I know when I am giving and when it is being taken See the highest form of manipulation is not loud Nor is it wrapped in… Continue reading Poem #7
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