There is always someone who arrives when the day gives up. They bring no sun, only a star, a flame small enough to teach the darkness that it does not...Read more
Tafadzwa Dzoma

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I love you so much, I would climb through the dark for you past the river styx and shadows and the fates, with their sharp smiles and the echoes of my...Read more
I miss raising my kids with my sister, Children drop offs at moms house, To do something we probably shouldn't. I miss the comfort at the end of the ...Read more
Your garden is shaded. Flowers untouched by rain refuse to wither, growing in the heart of barren land, their buds still choosing to bloom. Your ship...Read more
wake up running. it does not matter where so long as it is away, keep your hands busy as they've learned to be. every box checked is only another beg...Read more
No one gives a damn about a poem until they need a poem — Omotara James. No one writes a poem because they want ...Read more
When I say love, you are my poetry. I cherish you from the very first draft, written with my favorite pen. Dear to my heart, close inside my pocket, l...Read more
When I say, "love," What do you hear? When I say, "I love you," Is it just a middle syllable Like a metronome beat, Semantic satiation? Or do you fe...Read more
A normal day ascended with a quiet, unparalleled thought. Dead-centered I stood, facing the linear panel of glass, Just showing off the deadly wither...Read more
I did not choose this shape, but it is mine. the river moves slowly, softening what it loves until it is smooth. have patience. it will take years of...Read more
The Shepard is here, So we don't have to worry. Maybe, if it was in His nature to leave, Then we would have a reason, To worry that is, But it's not, ...Read more
Great fortune will follow you. You will eat the heart of a horse in winter. You won’t have to pray twice. Every mountain will unclench its jaw...Read more
Get used to being carried everywhere. Sunlight and rain are both your companions. Sometimes you'll be forgotten. Sometimes you'll become the one every...Read more
A dried well sits along a sugarcane mill, on a stretch of land encompassing three dialects. You see kids rolling tires and tubes, medieval games in ...Read more
It began with a wonder, A desire, An unrequited love, The pursuit of something; Perhaps— A longing to be heard, To emerge From the surging torrent, T...Read more
Suppose fate misplaced us, you and I, both miserable, holding on, yet never close enough to become each other's pulse. Young, foolish, and unbearably...Read more