Tale Stories

I think I’ll try some catnip. I ain’t even joking, people. I’ve tried catnip before. Powdered stuff. I was at my friends’ house and we were looking at his herb collection. And I do genuinely mean herb collection, as in the stuff you cook with and cast spells with, too. He’s Pagan, as am I, you see and he has quite the herb collection. Anyway, I came across a tub of catnip powder and recalled him telling me that he’d accid...

I had decided to visit Shanghai with the flurry of movement that invaded the city at that point in time after the war. This decision I took for my interest in the city, but mainly because of my subconscious desire to escape mounting debts, and an unrequited love back home in Marseilles. I took up a low, unglamorous room in the French quarter of the city, hardly surrounded by friends- but at least people living on the same...

Welcome my baby welcome,Yes, be a great read, come,Tell the world your big bold tale,Your birth is greater than a sale,Surely, the dead must be sobbing,Be a rude awakening to the robbing! "The Dead Must be Sobbing," a poetry anthology by Ndaba Sibanda, is now available.