Clarity by Eleanora Jade Esma


I vaguely remember why I chose

writing, or writing chose.

“A picture can tell a thousand words.”

I prefer a thousand words.

Who can tell whether it is good

writing or bad writing I just

know that I don’t have perspective

on my own work.

My philosopher friends ex-girlfriend

said that she enjoyed a bit.


To Eleanora; I’m ever grateful

that I met You, through You

and because of You I have

met myself.



Ndabenhle S. Mthembu


Dedicated to

All the people

that keep/kept

me medicated.

(My life is better on drugs.)

– Nora