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Miki mbizii
Attended Holy Angels' Convent
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Mind
Mind
is a corridor – dark, dank, desolate; in the deep stillness of the
night an indistinct stir.. The songs whistle through in wavering
crescendo until they find their nooks to sit, fluff and fold their wings
and sleep. Mind has its despairing dead end...
Mind is a corridor – dark, dank, desolate; in the deep stillness of the night an indistinct stir.. The songs whistle through in wavering crescendo until they find their nooks to sit, fluff and fold their wings and sleep. Mind...
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From the Corner of My Deluding Eye
 Sometimes
it is coffee, dark as the residue of unremembered nightmares lingering
on the underside of lashes. Sometimes it is insomnia, like dead
satellites etched on skin - dead, grey, hollow. Each with its own
terrible echo. Sometimes it is that carou...
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For a Young Dreamer
Dear You, 1. Love. Love makes everything ok. Find the real thing, the seemingly impossible thing, the near-nonexistent thing – and then, love. 2. Discern and understand, in splinters and scatters, the hidden wholeness of all things. 3. Savour those little m...
Dear You, 1. Love. Love makes everything ok. Find the real thing, the seemingly impossible thing, the near-nonexistent thing – and then, love. 2. Discern and understand, in splinters and scatters, the hidden wholeness of all...
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How do you define this? These broken birds clawing the spaces between bones, this pale roar re-vibrating through hollows in my words, this swelling landscape of unspokenness.
How do you define this? These broken birds clawing the spaces between bones, this pale roar re-vibrating through hollows in my words, this swelling landscape of unspokenness.
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A Mid-Day Musing
A zero moment,disjunctive echoes. All 'aaaaaangs' of the bell clangs bouncing off. off. off. The walls are endless. Emptiness swallows itself; monologues while turning inside-out. A moth within a moth, within a moth, within a moth. Disintegrate to dust mote...
A zero moment,disjunctive echoes. All 'aaaaaangs' of the bell clangs bouncing off. off. off. The walls are endless. Emptiness swallows itself; monologues while turning inside-out. A moth within a moth, within a moth, within a...
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For You. My Adored Fragments.
All at once the hazes, shadows and silhouettes became tangible bodies. An abstraction of conversations, brief flickers and surreal telepathy turned into real voices, nuances, corporeal inflections, juxtapositions.  We became palpable. A diffusion of clouds ...
All at once the hazes, shadows and silhouettes became tangible bodies. An abstraction of conversations, brief flickers and surreal telepathy turned into real voices, nuances, corporeal inflections, juxtapositions.  We became ...
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Despair is a Thing with Claws
Despair is a thing with claws scratching across an asbestos roof; It is the unspittable grind between molars- root cackling against gum a sandpaper chewed to death (Take deep breaths? PAH!) Despair is the screams painted on gritty sockets, Deafeningly silen...
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My Advice to Aspiring Writers
My advice to aspiring writers - stay unemployed as long as
possible. Sponge off, starve, depend on the goodwill of friends, forage among
the trash cans, freelance once a month and mooch around hospital canteens,
sneak into university cafeterias for half-pri...
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Preparation for a Descent
Deafening whispers rising from each strand. The cold has a voice that slices into nerves building tiny painful peaks. Scrawl relentlessly. That way one's sanity remains. The escape route is thorn-heavy, mold-melded doors growing outside eye-lines. Ink it do...
Deafening whispers rising from each strand. The cold has a voice that slices into nerves building tiny painful peaks. Scrawl relentlessly. That way one's sanity remains. The escape route is thorn-heavy, mold-melded doors grow...
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About Beauty
How transcendental the adoration of beauty, a cult of loveliness which is in suggestion rather than in statement, a synesthetic effect in a sentence, the lure of a nuance in a sub text. Exquisite unspokenness bursting with possibilities, unexplored. A hint ...
How transcendental the adoration of beauty, a cult of loveliness which is in suggestion rather than in statement, a synesthetic effect in a sentence, the lure of a nuance in a sub text. Exquisite unspokenness bursting with po...
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Discordance
Shed phantom leaves, barely-there prickle of an imagined line. Veins bird-songed through, poem-space in bus tickets. Fever spill, a pondering- sleep spoons seas into eyelids, see threads knotting quiver and quiver. We understood through lung-pauses, long gu...
Shed phantom leaves, barely-there prickle of an imagined line. Veins bird-songed through, poem-space in bus tickets. Fever spill, a pondering- sleep spoons seas into eyelids, see threads knotting quiver and quiver. We underst...
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Descent
My head is a garden gone to seed; my eyes are curtained windows of an abandoned house. If you stare too long you might see vague shadows move, and sometimes doubting your own sanity, you see an almost-face, a figure peering out, stir of indigo echoes in the...
My head is a garden gone to seed; my eyes are curtained windows of an abandoned house. If you stare too long you might see vague shadows move, and sometimes doubting your own sanity, you see an almost-face, a figure peering o...
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