Whole by Katrina Wendt & Hello Poetry. Alone waiting for you by Phynix. I'm Sorry by Anaelle. Please, Darling. by SmuggledOranges. Nothing’s Changed by Tatamkhulu Afrika Classic Famous Poet. Small round hard stones click under my heels, seeding grasses thrust bearded seeds into trouser cuffs, cans, trodden on, crunch in tall, purple-flowering, amiable weeds.
District Six. No board says it is: but my feet know, and my hands, and the skin about my bones, and the soft labouring of my lungs, and the hot, white, inwards turning anger of my eyes. Brash with glass, name flaring like a flag, it squats in the grass and weeds, incipient Port Jackson trees: new, up-market, haute cuisine, guard at the gatepost, whites only inn. No sign says it is: but we know where we belong. Just Like Me by Savannah.