Five Poems by Brendon Booth-Jones

Canal Saint-Martin is Frozen ‘Do I bore you,’ they shouted over the Saturday night winter wine bar clamour laced with body heat, pouting lips, bespectacled faces, +++imminent sex, clinking glass. ‘Do I bore you. You look so disinterested.’ They were

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Poems by Lunette Elle Warren

Naguil   middernag (alweer) en my ore sing seker om die geraas van jou stem te onderdruk ek moet jou uit my uit skryf hierdie keer dig ek jou (wat ‘n meisie se vel by die voordeur voorgekeer het) ++++++++++++dood

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Seventy seven days by Dimakatso Sedite

by Dimakatso Sedite   I once had dis babé.. I’ll be seeing you soon babé He’d murmur down my throat straight to my pot and seat of memories of tomorrow – but babé never did. Maybe babé got broke high

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Poems by Vera Mihailovich-Dickman

City Buzz Johannesburg becoming a truly African city – which it has been, but not for all and perhaps not African in the eyes of many not African in lifestyle, even if in Africa Johannesburg   Bursting with curiosity, the

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an almost sestina lente

by Mike Dickman   today is the spring festival of poetry: the moon is on the wane and I’ve not done much with the day at all: slept with the cat, played a little music, translated a bit, cooked, and

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