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The Nobodies

Lying beneath the debris

are the carcasses of nobodies

Waiting to be discovered,

labeled, distinguished and remembered!

The Gypsy


Dear Home

I am glad I reached you finally. It has been a long journey. I am so tired. Today I came thrice to the gates but Hafsa (my downstairs tenant) wasn’t home, and the locks on the gates wouldn’t open, because they were changed. 364 more words

Daily Prompts, Topic Ideas

Spring on the Highveld

the first spring rains
raindrop trails in the red dust
the Highveld awakes

Haiku Out Of Africa


I cast a glance about the room,

it was empty, an avid void,

as if the very dust had deemed it uninhabitable.

The city was likewise bare… 43 more words