<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Literature Lounge]]></title><description><![CDATA[Literature Lounge]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2026 09:46:03 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Winter]]></title><description><![CDATA[A little prose and poetry about my first Canadian Winter.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/winter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">621bf7524a14cbb4a62a2717</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2022 22:32:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_b63bb065d26d450d8adb790f443f1eef~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Boys]]></title><description><![CDATA[All I can do is write about boys.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/_boys</link><guid isPermaLink="false">607e985622782d0015411251</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2021 09:03:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Shattering Mirrors?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Although you try not to, the author gains an immeasurable amount of respect and awe from you. For a moment, they are the perfect creator.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/what-justifies-reading</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fc34995b8f6860017ad62c2</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2020 07:54:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_b50736a44f10406fa30eb685a05863e3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Starting Over]]></title><description><![CDATA[We don’t remember what it was like to walk for the first time our weak legs carrying our chubby body across the living room floor. We...]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/starting-over</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5fb92b7a0298c50017476dc2</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2020 14:42:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_2df509d8e0f64465900eb5acb00214a7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_774,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[About Another First Kiss]]></title><description><![CDATA[He smiles at me
 
and then that smile is on my lips 
and then we’re smiling together
 
and then our smiles are together]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/about-another-first-kiss</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5f045d0b826ee30017b4fa06</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2020 12:18:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_cb818aecec4f4f99a95d1cf72d154c8f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What If I Couldn't Look You in the Eye Anymore?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Then the magic of our exchanged smiles and glances would go unrealised
and I would never again know the colour
of unsaid words]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/what-if-i-couldn-t-look-you-in-the-eye-anymore</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ef9ae4a78e72f0017ffa2ab</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2020 09:51:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_9ab145526bab4391b18b4f4fa5718b94~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Eurydice]]></title><description><![CDATA[The day I died, the sun was shining,
the air was singing,
and I believed cruelty could not exist.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/eurydice</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ef47b9d734abc0017cf5483</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2020 11:04:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_8fe4ed65e2d9405798634c07550814df~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Words, Words, Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[We could
and likely will not to
find the words we need.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/words-words-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ef045ce18ff0e0017367668</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 06:06:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_43a8edb91695478ca76500eefd188649~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Girls, the End of the World and Other Peculiar Melancholies.]]></title><description><![CDATA[She can’t remember her voice.
She chokes the girl’s name,

“Suhaila.”]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/girls-the-end-of-the-world-and-other-peculiar-melancholies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e731b71f9b609001759870a</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2020 07:29:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_f7e91c0df3f04eb78d37ceb27b83a286~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_917,h_516,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Legible Existence
]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry is everything unspoken]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/legible-existence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e51a549c8f83900176f9a86</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2020 09:08:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_243265b6976c4686b0b9b82bb6b6dd55~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_897,h_505,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Screaming Match]]></title><description><![CDATA[I roar at the moon
And the moon howls back.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/a-screaming-match</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e1f39a14aa3d60017e80fad</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jan 2020 10:00:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_49abf92cd66a450492d82f0816d40c5c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_903,h_508,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Prove 'Em Wrong]]></title><description><![CDATA[There have been tears, there have been laughs, there have been epic failures and soaring successes.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/prove-em-wrong</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e1cabf0c407f80018513336</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2020 10:15:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_70c9cf596d764828808eae058e622015~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_608,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Seoul, Alone]]></title><description><![CDATA["You're full of shit."
"Find me a knife."
Ameer and Seoul are simply not capable of a civil conversation.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/seoul-alone</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e1b39c45d98f10017aa8ab0</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jan 2020 17:39:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_2f1ec67c30124cc7a66fb8513cad69a6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_744,h_418,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How Small, too small; how much, too much]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are no words because I know them all.
I know the tricks and I turn them into mansions of metaphors.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/how-small-too-small-how-much-too-much</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e16dafdda76d600174c7bff</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2020 08:34:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_97dd120035e64eb4955d59fc4b605a07~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_607,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Beginning]]></title><description><![CDATA[Luna stands centre stage. They’re here to give context on creation before the curtains close.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/in-the-beginning</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e08f14756bd4f0017857aa4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2020 10:00:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_bdaf3ad904fa4b3e94f897016cd9989e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_608,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Make. Create. Revolt.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Isn’t that the dream? That everything here isn’t real: the real us is somewhere ahead, and if we work hard, we can reach them.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/make-create-revolt</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e0c7f3aa268540017c17b68</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2020 11:38:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_f31b80460159465ea9c1471c46210178~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_608,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Still Growth]]></title><description><![CDATA[But still,
they could see past the windows.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/still-growth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5de8fac2f74dd40017c006c2</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 05 Dec 2019 12:48:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_2cfcae917316487eb02fba698bd83d68~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_750,h_750,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Remembering Bodies, Part 4/5: Our Bodies]]></title><description><![CDATA[do not kiss me on the cheek]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/remembering-bodies-part-4-5-our-bodies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5de3d25412a10500188220ec</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2019 14:59:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_46742868affc4a2babf1dde677c8f1ec~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_750,h_563,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Remembering Bodies: Part 3/5, Proud Bodies]]></title><description><![CDATA[You lived 
And you did it with meaning, and you did it with flippancy]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/proud-bodies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ddfd625d304f30017a57e6d</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 28 Nov 2019 14:36:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_c629ab3134bf43e18d7ed68eea913054~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_960,h_720,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Remembering Bodies: Part 2/5, Dead Bodies]]></title><description><![CDATA[Transgender bodies are those of people who don’t fit into the binary society has created to strangle us.]]></description><link>https://melikidze.wixsite.com/literaturelounge/post/remembering-bodies-part-2-5-dead-bodies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5dda7f1c08949a0017df8f3c</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 13:13:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f972fa_2190ad06e55447e2a72e68e6927d941f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_465,h_349,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vuyo Kwakweni</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>