The Poet Struggles with Physics There’s this force that can make stuff out of nothing. Is this god or something else entirely? Maybe nothing is stuff in another form? A nothing-like form? It appears that the force makes a universe…
Blasphemy
by Amani Karisa Show me your God who had a son Tell me about him who impregnated someone’s wife I wanna know him this god with a penis He, him, his Tell me all about him He who saved his…
Petition: President Cyril Ramaphosa, Appoint Arts Minister from Civil Society
Dear Friends, Thank you for signing the petition calling on President Cyril Ramaphosa to appoint an Arts Minister from civil society. Now that the election is finished and votes are being counted, it’s a critical time for us to keep…
Rain: a collaborative poem
by Lionel Murcott and Amanda Ballen, 2018 Rain hesi- tates, waits. Scatters a handful alpha- betic drops. Stops. Then – crashrumrumble open, incoherently loops vowels around displaced drowning consonants. In its business of steaming– the soaking and swelling of…
Born from his Head
by Lionel Murcott Once there was a hungry man. He ate up Prestige. He ate up Good Will. He ate up Newsreels. He grew so big that he filled his whole mansion. Then he started to ache: his head…