by Dimakatso Sedite I knew a man who had a woman at every station; each drenched in the perfume of her township, oozing with the warmth of the bosoms and blankets of their grandmothers. Mahikeng fed him hugs; a sea…
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The Shape of a Man
by Dimakatso Sedite I reach out to hug you All I feel is wire I kiss the breeze of your sighs instead. How do you breathe surrounded by hardness? Or is this the shape of a man? A statue…
When women are train stations
by Dimakatso Sedite I knew a man who had a woman at every station, each drenched in the perfume of her township, oozing with the warmth of the bosoms and blankets of their grandmothers. Mahikeng fed him hugs filled…
Seventy seven days by Dimakatso Sedite
by Dimakatso Sedite I once had dis babé.. I’ll be seeing you soon babé He’d murmur down my throat straight to my pot and seat of memories of tomorrow – but babé never did. Maybe babé got broke high…
