NEW OBLIVION, Ndabenhle S. Mthembu

New Oblivion
by Ndabenhle S. Mthembu

It’s not that it’s numb, blue nor grey
I’m oblivious to the stars between my night and day
Maybe that’s why I never feared my own minds decay
All the distorted sounds at play
A little slow socially delayed
On a different tempo
Tongue tied but the ink flowed
But how do You quote Your own work though
Because somehow this is nothing too
The first time I wrote this the pen was blue
A little less red ink and this might be something new
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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