

*please note all poems previously published in my chapbook Stranger
Bio: Sihle Ntuli is a South African poet and classicist living in Durban. He holds a Master of Arts degree in Classical Civilisations and has previously lectured at the University of the Free State, where he was awarded the 2019 CTL Innovation Award for Curriculum Design and Delivery.
His poetry was shortlisted for the DALRO Poetry Prize in 2017. He most recently became the author of the poetry chapbook, Rumblin in 2020. He has had work published in South Africa and across the African continent on notable journals such as Lolwe, Down River Road & The Johannesburg Review of Books.
The Walls
the everyday
should not seep
through the walls
it is behind these walls
that the truth undress
then lies
Hold Tight
Inspired by the Slum Village song of the same name
on the inside of bones
a cold chill up the spine
through the arm
onto the nerves
on the edge of your palm
hold it strong
feel it shatter
either/or
hold tight
bone tires
in the space between
your liberation
a place to go
you resolve to leave the room
before your bad self finds you
Poem Dropped Then Duct Taped
heart held duct taped
of brain the matter
matter does not let go
in between shards of glass
heavy heart
indifference considering
strain is of the ——-
on by the shatter
threads, string and shatterproof
i’m yours some days
i turn behind my shoulder
x’s and paranoid calendar
scars on the days
without saying
my veins love you
through vein you’re so vain
you suffocate me
voice of me and for the life of me
i did not hear your voice for several days
voice out side in turned
the line hears you
hold me by my neck
close in pain
silence in your eyelids
Life In the Sun my life in the sun everybody loves the sunshine rain will not change the complexion rain will not darken skin rain come down rain wash away the strain of days Rush Of Blood cloud face through cloud face meets rain before the rain kissed water as the rain hubris meets the eyes like oedipus rex blind to the seer a god complex synagogues mosques churches and monasteries gold in these states of mind as the world turns dream sequence the sound of tap water tortured minds and to wake alive buried alive under eyes wide open my claustrophobia a rush of blood to the skull; circling skull Starting over Stereo play the pressure points the way pain could have been pleasure the volume turned up the song you once loved crease on your gentle face straining of eyeballs heavy breathing resting on the bone the shoulders strained by fingers the bass fracturing chest fading faded
Also from Sihle Ntuli
