Hatchets of the South There was no summer that year; cowhide drums turned upside down. The moon never danced to the tsau-tsau song; It ascended each night with a fallen head, mourning death of humankind. In a land from which…
Three Poems by Siza Nkosi
music tour so where to? dube station via the main road jozi fm on the left they play gospel and cheaters on thursdays i bump into uncle ray next to the toilet (they call the police station the toilet) ray’s…
Three Poems by Sarah Lubala
A Leaving Song — in memory of my great grandmother say the cows are dying in the fields say there is no meat this summer say she is sold to an old chief say her thighs sing blood and water…
O Ikgethile Mogale
by Frans Baloyi Ba fahlilwe , ke bo mahlo o mpontshang !Batho ke bao ba maketše ke bo tsebe ke kwa eng Ruri o kganya bjalo ka naledi bokamoso Se ba fahlile sešomi sa atla tša bothakga Batho bona o…
Wig (less)
(for Precious Gumede) by Abu Bakr Solomons I looked at your profile pic and saw that you were not donning a wig anymore It felt, after so many years, that I finally saw you, real, bold and true Your beautiful…