I see whiter as blacker and blacker as whiter Righter as wronger and wronger as righter So I am become a writer rather than a politician
By Zara Bosman11 days ago in Poets
He speaks to me in gestures Words misshapen like the Pide he eats at lunchtime “Ticher loook! Elooplane” he points up to the sky
By Zara Bosman2 months ago in Poets
Like knowing someone you’ve never met Being blind and then seeing all the colours for the first time As rare as being ambidextrous or witnessing a total solar eclipse
Where the city sprawls neon like hell has burst open And earth turns to dust The air is smoggy the sky cracked open like yolk
Between waking and sleep Where the anxious mind drifts Through worlds, a door clicks A parallel universe A house trapped in a time loop
By Zara Bosman3 months ago in Poets
The veins on my wrists Like the fading blue skyline How it gently twists
By Zara Bosman4 months ago in Poets
Cape Town of my childhood You are a gun going off at the start of a race You are condensed milk straight out of the can
By Zara Bosman2 years ago in Poets
Whenever my dad travelled somewhere He would bring some of the local flavour back with him From Durban there were the exotic caramels
