walk me back to the beginning of us. from — a deconstruction of us. © Liezel Graham 2019. Photograph by Rahul. This is a line from an as yet, unpublished poem. I have left it as is — no further explanation as to the ‘why’, but there is of course, an invitation to the reader... Continue Reading →
if you have placed your heart in my hands, then let me be the rain that waters it. i don’t know how else to love. — this is all i know. © Liezel Graham 2019. Photograph by Donald Tong.
i go to the store for essentails, eggs, bread, and bags to line the kitcen bin with. but in the fruit aisle i am seduced by mangoes from a hot country, and i fall in love right there. i touch, i pick up, and i smell the ripeness of the red skin and everything that... Continue Reading →
a few nights ago, whilst paging through a magazine, i read a letter by ‘struggling to trust’, penned in desperation to an agony aunt column, and she writes—this woman with an ancient question burning in her bones—that she had known a man for a long time, since they were not much more than children, and... Continue Reading →
at least now i can give you this. that you are not responsible for the landscape of us. i planted. you ripped it all out. without knowing, i suppose. you watered. i let the hot sun fall. on purpose, i suppose. at least now, i can give you this. — absolution. © Liezel Graham 2019.... Continue Reading →