May 18, 2018


Poem | Ghost Trees

“Now a certain kind of scientist says / the weather in various parts of the world / is growing exhausted and just wants to lie down / for a nap”
He stopped saying “Get rid of it,” but was not going to give up his career or lead a monogamous life with a Coloured wife from Cape Town

Between Worlds

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