By Ronald Tlhokojapelo The summer solstice hadcome at last.And quietly crept throughthe windows of societylike an insidious fog.The rains being late,the dry figs fellto the grounda loose teardropfrom an ecstatic eye,drawing neither applausenor reproof.The bloomed hyacinth lingeredover the bronzed alpslike an ancient monumenton a desolate courtyard.Stern.Unwavering.Timeless.They could all be heard.The howl of the noontideand the... Continue Reading →