by Wongile M. In pieces I stirred to consciousness. I felt the impression of a thin soft blanket on my skin, the humidity of the room and the drip pinching on my wrists. My eyes
The headache that had been bothering me since ma’s death over a decade earlier had gone away. The head that felt so heavy to carry felt light on this day. The sun rays that peeped
by Asante Lucy Mtenje Yes, your eyes will bulge and even pop out of their socket, when what’s left of my tongue darts out those words, those words that should have pinned you to
by Asante Lucy Mtenje The thirsty kisses of red, black, green, silver, yellow bumpers, lined and scattered across the parched earth like patches of a worn out quilt.