Why Did They Put Back the Chairs? (For Kabanda Peter)

I couldn’t look at his face. The usually brown face with a smile was now dark. Peace. They call this peace. I could only look […]

Poem: Soft Landings at the foot of a Quarry

When death visits your house over and over again First taking your colour Then taking your resolve You would expect her to come again This […]

Peter Party (Pills and Potions Part 2)

If you missed part one, please start here . He’s a policeman. There are lines of cars on each of his sides. Front. Back. East. West. […]