Tag: literary
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Girl In A Bookstore (p.1)
Swipe left, swipe right; the pattern of swiping left and right on dating apps slowly continues for me. There’s Bumble, Tinder, Hinge, and Facebook Dating, but I am still afraid I will never find someone. I wish things were different for me, and everyone seems to think it should be easy for me, an introverted…
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Poetry – When The Power Goes Out
When the power goes out I travel through time Reading on the couch by candlelight The flame flickers about each candle jar The glow of the light Dances upon my open page With a blanket for warmth With a book in my hands I couldn’t ask for a more simple time Light the stove with…
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Waiting In Vain
Peter was very excited after getting a call from his long-lost father. The little one was all fired up. His father asked him to meet him at a Johannesburg train station. However, Peter was skeptical about traveling from the rural KwaZulu Natal to the big city of Gauteng. Well, he was looking forward to meeting…
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Poetry – Poem To Self
You love hard and give your all all the while forgetting yourself You fully pour into others all the while, you’re placed on the shelf That light you carried, slowly fades to black all the while, no one else lacks Everyone is skipping through the fields of lilies all the while the dark cloud floats…
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Poetry – The Christmas Spirit Is Worth More Than A Biscuit
A roach curled up in the corner Fire ablaze and cinders flying A rat in a woolly hat crocheted by Nana All huddled up and keeping themselves comfortable In the well-lit house of Nancy, the interior designer Notorious not for her taste but for her dislike of germs Who used too much bleach both on…
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Winter Is Finally Here
A little boy and girl glide across the icy patio, pretending to be hockey players. As night falls, the air freezes their cheeks. They giggle as they watch each puff of breath turn white and dissipate. How joyous it is that winter is finally here. One small snowflake lands on the girl’s nose. “It’s snowing!”…
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All That I Had Was Reduced To Rubble
Molly stood with a devastated heart as she stared at her burnt house that robbed her of her parents and her only son. Molly was struggling to sort out her emotions about the issue. She was still in grief at her loss. She was still perplexed, wondering if her life would ever pick up. She…
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Poetry – A Ballad Heard By Clovers
Meet me in the fields of four-leaf clovers on a Wednesday afternoon. There we sit amongst the butterflies, in reverie about the time gone by. The undulating clovers listen to secret conversations drifting in the air. Past confessions once sung and plucked on the strings of a pink guitar, Remind me of the way I…
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November Quiz – Are You A Summer or Winter Person?
Duet Mlotshwa’s fun quiz will determine whether you are a Summer person or a Winter person. 1) It is a sunny day and your friends suggest that you go to the beach for fun in the sun and in water. Do you? a)Tell your friends how much you dislike sunny days and prefer to stay indoors for shade and…
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The Farmer’s Wife
The sun rises, the rooster crows, and two bare feet, instead of four, hit the dirt floor. A puff of dust swirls across the ground with each step the farmer takes towards the door. It creaks open revealing the insipid morning. The farmer starts his day feeding the chickens and collecting eggs. Next he…