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Two Poems by Chandramohan S

When cops come to frisk you 1. Batting an eye lid In the midst of an excruciating questionnaire Could be a tad too immodest. 2. He could try mock intimidating techniques Like the cacophony of revving a car Engine with

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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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Boykie and Girlie at the PopArt Theatre

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