Keith’s Substack | Keith Mulopo | Substack

Let's go, you and I, And be honest about our love.

Sep 27 •

The iced winds rack the air, pricking Our exposed faces The frosted surface Whimpers wearily under our glazed boots The sky as white as paste, the…

Sep 22 •

My fondness grew whenever we spoke: From slight sapling to sturdy oak, Your honest beauty from rustic lands Made me putty in your comely hands.

Sep 19 •

Water Falling Dear to the Dried Heart

As I make my way through the dirt

Sep 19 •

Heaven breaking free again

Sep 16 •

She Wrote Another Poem

She wrote another poem this morning.

Sep 13 •

We're Strangers

People are strange when you're a stranger In a strange land.

Sep 8 •

“Melancholy Eyes”

Melancholy eyes that cry death

Sep 2 •

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