Poetry – Fatima Fakier

Picnic day in a Cape Town forest

We walked in groups in the sprawling forest that clung to the foot of the mountain.…

Men wander dim avenues in search of gin and Jezebel’s to escape a personal hell. Steel-toed…

Summer rages on his deathbed, fighting off the change in atmospheric pressure. Minute turns of…

Found my old teen scrapbook, in which I wrote prose and drew pictures, as a pastime.…

I put my heart into a bottle stuffed it away. Out of me. Out of sight.…

I was born with you, the day of your birth, in your awakening Out of those…

poetry inspired by Erin Hanson