Pen Avenue Malawi

By  Tiya Kapalamula The rain brings with it a solitude That only lovers comprehend No spying eyes Not even the ever prying gaze of the lofty sun Every rain drop, a scampering witness Too shy to tell the tale of the lovers' embrace - Pouring - It clears out all trace of love's presence No reminder of love's kiss That we were here, nobody knows But the rain that's gone They are clay molds Are they not? These mortals They hide from these beautiful raindrops  that call us out The raindrops that animate the immortal; They that love: you and I In this moment, Not a soul lives but you and I. Elated! We are dancing and twirling Underneath this canopy of glistening clear petals The world is ours! Or at least this street For there's no one here But you and me [inspired by a tale of a kiss in the rain] Tiyanjane Kapalamula is a young lady who has always had a passion for words, her passion wa...

by Loreen A. Nyambo Like yellow autumn leaves, Dangling on a dancing tree As they watch summer leave, I am on the tree of life, Half dead, half alive, Feeling fragile and kind of dry. Like dry autumn leaves, Clasping onto a raving tree, I'm clutching onto the tree of life With the grip of one hand, Against violent winds And slowly letting free. Like yellow autumn leaves, Those dry autumn leaves Dangling on a dancing tree, Dying as they watch summer leave… I too, know my death is lingering Somewhere in the upcoming winds. Loreen Nyambo (25) is a poet and short story writer ; his thematic interest is a confluence of love, the pursuit of happiness, existentialism and mortality. He was a runner-up winner in a short story competition run by African Book Club in 2014 and he also bagged the award of "Most Imaginative Short Story" in the Malawi Writers' Union (MAWU/FMB) Short Story Competition in the same year. He graduated from Cha...