capsule mthatha (a really little pill)

Mthatha smells like: damp wood. tastes like: sweet veld grass. sounds like: unhurried deliberation. feels like: the place you would go, to listen to the wind.

June 22nd, 2007|Blog|


For Unknown 16/06/76 (after a visit to the Hector Pieterson Memorial in Soweto, June 16, 2005) a frozen face on a white wall. open mouth rigid arms your eyes are the eyes of your comrades children with weighted shoulders and [...]

June 16th, 2007|Poetry|