By Matambo Andrea B “I had no program in the Citie; I only came to see you, Sweetie.” Felt right to toss reason off the window And make love to this doll right on my door. Patiently peruse pages in a Poet’s diary. We just landed on the shoreRead More »
By Musakanya Chisanga. Am lost in my own mind. I search day and night where my heart hides. I’ve become cold, hostile Converse with the demons that walk beside. I embrace their presence as day becomes night and night my reason for lost sight. Am called by myRead More »
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