Freedom Let them not say we did not try that morning we awoke to a new country it was the inauguration of the day the softest blossoms lined the streets in the background dawn ushered in a new awakening crisp…
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The Past
by Sarah Frost What were you thinking, mother When you handed me the slim rectangular package containing a watch, for my tenth birthday as I came to your bed that lonely winter morning? I was mute with my longing…
Poems by Tichaona Zindoga
Hero who never came back Time was when you were fire. In speech: your words seared the enemy, Struck fear in his heart. And fire from those hands boxed and fought. Also the fire of romance That burned women’s hearts;…
Poems by Kyle Allan
There. There are those spiritually hungry who should be left alone to be allowed to suffer and fight for the self their way and not become colonised objects of pity in the news or tomorrows anthropological thesis. There are those…
Crystal
by Zahraa’ Khaki Whirlspinandareachnotbreathing In cosmic Sepulchral arcs, Sienna tinged paint And ears falling to the ground. My Van Gogh? You whispered Enjambed as you were In my greatest sequence A smile flickered softly- Candle flame burnt By your…