By Xolani Shezzi Baby vulture! Come get chubby! Make sure to call mama and papa vulture, too. We are going to the beach To surf on the blood of the dead. Hurry up! Hurry up! We can’t afford to be…
My Arabic is mute
By Almog Behar Translated by Dimi Reider My Arabic is mute strangled at the throat Cursing itself Without uttering a word Sleeps in the airless shelters of my soul Hiding from relatives Behind the Hebrew blinds And my Hebrew is…
Myesha Jenkins – Tribute
Botsotso would like to pay homage to Myesha Jenkins, the poet and promoter of poetry who died on Saturday, 05 September 2020. Myesha was a founder member of Feelah Sistah, the all-woman poetry group that in its time made such…
Rockstar
By T.S Hidalgo He showed up to the televised interview in pajamas: — What are you dressed up as today? — I’m dressed up as myself —he held a revolver, next to the microphone. In fact he was aiming at…
Keep it?
by Jacob Mawela River flowing, love hidden deep inside, Wise/unwise brains told a bulk of lies, My heart astray, deceived with lies. Keep it, I kept your limp. Over rolling years I saw your golden wolfish heart, Mouth starting to…
