by Kundai Conquer | Apr 9, 2025 | Projects
by Kundai Conquer | Apr 9, 2025 | Poetry
I didn’t know cacti could bear fruit. That one could harvest from thorns, something so delectably rich, red, a strange fruit. Black mother made for desert sun that even when planted in the evergreen, still scavenging, surviving birthing prickly things. Hair like...
by Kundai Conquer | Apr 9, 2025 | Poetry
Space shall be filled,Silence shall find its soundand what will it say?For there is always something to be said: I Perhaps it is words not invented yetlike magenta,we invented that word,they say it is a colour that does not exist.A construct of our brain,A combination...
by Kundai Conquer | Apr 9, 2025 | Poetry
wait. wait in line. wait in another line. wait for a man. wait for the bigger man. wait for a manager. wait for an hour. wait three hours. wait the whole day. wait forever for someone who actually cares. wait till we sort out racism then we’ll get to the women. wait...
by Kundai Conquer | Apr 8, 2025 | Prose
Like rain, sickness falls upon us all, rich or poor, black, Indian, mixed race and white. Whilst it is important to acknowledge that some have the privilege of umbrellas, others the misfortune of having to utilise plastic for cover and still others live with the sheer...
