To Be Forgotten There are things my shadow could not begin to whisper.
“There are things my shadow could not begin to whisper:” — To Be Forgotten by Ethel Mafwila.
If Broken Glass Floated There is a shame that dances to sympathy and bathes in pity, it gets drunk on its own nudity.
“There is a shame that dances to sympathy and bathes in pity, it gets drunk on its own nudity.” — If Broken Glass Floated by Ethel Mwalifa.
A Sleeper Agent In Your Own Life Literatea, 11: Youssef Rakha.
“I often think that when all is said and done—once the apocalypse has gone down—mercy is the only real virtue, the only virtue that matters.” — A Sleeper Agent In Your Own Life, Literatea with Youssef Rakha.
Ties To The Land The sea, forests, and land are not passive backdrops but active participants in shaping the rhythm of existence.
“The sea, forests, and land are not merely passive backdrops but active participants in shaping the rhythm of existence.” — Ties To The Land, photography by Jeni Andriamiseza.
Poisoned Pawn From where I stood, it looked like you were bleeding darkness.
“People look so different when they don’t know they’re being watched..” — Poisoned Pawn by Jeremy Tiboth.
Turipamwe Despite everything that strives to keep us from collective struggle, from common humanity, we say, today, and always: “Turipamwe”—we are together.
“Despite everything that strives to keep us from collective struggle, from common humanity, we say, today, and always: “Turipamwe”—we are together.” — Turipamwe, an editorial by Rémy Ngamije.
South African Queen: A Nature Drama I think that is my goal—to be as true as nature.
“I think that is my goal—to be as true as nature.” — South African Queen: Nature Drama, photography by Rui Mascarenhas.
I’ll Tell You Why I Was Late For Church Yesterday Acoustic Pasts, Echoed Futures: Auralgraph from Gobabis, 1965.
“Acoustic Pasts, Echoed Futures: Auralgraph from Gobabis, 1965.” — I’ll Tell You Why I Was Late For Church Yesterday by Perivi Katjavivi • Curated by Basler Afrika Bibliographien Archives.
Enough I did not know how difficult it was to drink your own tears, so as to not die from thirst.
“I did not know how difficult it was to drink your own tears, so as to not die from thirst.” — Enough by Ethel Mafwila.