I dreamt, not of Loyd but of the past. I remembered the girl I was and how desperately I’d craved love and acceptance and woke up with a weight on my chest. Even with her head buried in her arms, I could tell Lola wasn’t asleep. She could never fall asleep in a room that … Continue reading Do You Remember Us? – Part 3 Naming the past.
Part 2 of Do You Remember Us? 1 – A Still of Bygones Lola utterly failed to loosen me up. In all fairness, her idea of loosening up involved shopping and the movies. A quarter into the rom-com she picked and I'd hitched a ride on the snooze train. Sleep promised refreshment but instead propelled me into a maze of confusing dreams … Continue reading Do You Remember Us? 2 – Mystical Dealings
By Tawni Waters Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun. -Christina Rossetti For five years, I’ve lived on the road, earning money to support my travel addiction by writing books, freelance editing, and teaching writing. Between editing and teaching, I’ve read thousands of manuscripts and worked with hundreds of writers, […] … Continue reading Write, Damn It — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog
Zibani and I ran away because it was planting season and we were old enough to join the Song. In my village, this means we were adults and had been entrusted with the sacred responsibility of bringing prosperity to the land. He came to me with the plan to escape on his first day back … Continue reading A Song for the Living Seed
On behalf of women everywhere, I will admit that we entertain thoughts of murdering our best-friends at least once a fortnight. Of course, the frequency fluctuates depending on circumstance, hormones and self-destructiveness. This particular day presented me with the daunting challenge of suppressing the desire to strangle Lola since dawn. “Just let it go!” an exasperated … Continue reading Do You Remember Us? 1 – A Still of Bygones
I’m irritable Not in the way that some may think Responses to prejudices I externalize only to internalize Love is a private matter, sometimes hidden even to I I am wary May I offend you a little I pray? When I put the question mark at the end of your fact Introduce I the uncertainty … Continue reading Question Mark
It is not a technicality, It’s an expression of thought A language that cannot be taught A feeling that cannot be bought It’s on the wings of its lines That my heart seeks to rise It keeps unbroken ties It’s a fire that never dies I paint a picture unlike Pablo Picasso Mine is perfect … Continue reading It’s….
I can't swim but I love bodies of water. Lakes, rivers, streams, falls, even the fountains that spring up randomly in Mkushi at the height of the rainy season. Spending two weeks lodging on the banks of Lake Bangweulu was heaven. I took the scenic route to and from my room, ran barefoot on the … Continue reading Where the Water Meets the Sky
Those with knowledge say there are places in the universe where the inhabitants worship their suns. They prostrate before them, offer sacrifice and tell tales of their splendour. They say these beings liken loved ones to the stars. I wonder, does their land not burn when the sun's sojourn begins? Do not the town criers … Continue reading Sunburnt
She paints her hair and bleaches her skin Brown eyes by contacts turn to green. Cinch the waist, raise the heel, drape and cover to conceal. A splash of eau de toilet, maybe perfume. Out the door she must pursue a lover, a friend, an enemy too. Into the masses she disappears once again in … Continue reading Incognito