the music that keeps me up at night in the hour of dreams young voices dance to the distant doef-doef sound of senseless lyrics drums chant ceaselessly to izangoma who’ve woken the drunken spirits of their fathers the religious ones…
Two Poems by Siza Nkosi
i am my mother’s daughter my father is a white ice-cream van that he owns and plays jazz in and drives off with for weeks rehearsing lines with his Kente friends while I sit at the back seat pushing back…
ñ Brief van n vermoorde kind aan die ouers
by Antony Domburg Jyt gesê “Ek sal my lewe vir jou aflê my kind” Ek vind dit ironies, want waar was jy toe andere my dood op straat vind. Jyt belowe jy sal na my kyk Vandag is ek nie…
Two Poems by Kharys Laue
Names 1 I have taken in many names over the years. Karry-du-barrie & Sweetie & Treasure. And Karry & Khar & K. And Bear & Sweetheart & Love & Snoglet & Dearest & Bebe. Small suckling names. Pink & soft…
Feel
By Zahraa’ Khaki I am made of you Neurons connected In the endless expanse of Divinity Exploding, dead, and free Wished upon and cursed Dervishes turned parasites whirling in crazed dance of self eat around our core Orbiting too fast,…