the language of blood / rooi taal

by Nkateko Masinga the moon, a sliver of itself tonight, ‘n stuk in a tongue I had to cut out of my mouth, round and forgiving once but now riven / fragmented to reveal a chasm of vocabularies other than

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Two Poems by Rick Neale

leopard trees time. mountains in context have shadows and this is your clue. we saw the structure of them exposed that afternoon, walking too slow for any kind of chronological displacement, thank god. but the seams of rock jutted out

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Two poems by Llaka Tshesane

But you keep taking I’ve sat under a tree for its shade Eaten its fruits and given my water Hidden from the sun’s heat We gave out our bodies’ excretions But you keep taking From the meaning of the bend

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Water

by Abbey Khambule The tide grows. A charm of firefinches flies over the promontory, breaks open and tumbles on the wind like roller pigeons; retreats inland, fleeing the ribboning tongue of the sun setting in the ocean. I imagine it

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Two Poems by Rick Neale

leopard trees time. mountains in context have shadows and this is your clue. we saw the structure of them exposed that afternoon, walking too slow for any kind of chronological displacement, thank god. but the seams of rock jutted out

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