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Three poems by Sarah Lubala

An Inheritance I don’t remember how it began with water or without? with trembling or without? satisfied or fainting? How might we measure it? the dregs of a season one white confetti bush the salt on your hands an armchair

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Two poems by Raphael D’Abdon

“The famous south african poet”. (posthumous recognition) i am no son of the soil nor daughter of the land and have no business with mama afrika my tongue don’t click when i say umkombothi my throat don’t sound like a

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Three poems by Mike Weeder

Promise In January 1980, I stood knocking on the door of 100 Tugela Way, Portland, Mitchells Plain. It was a Monday morning and I was there to leave a message from my friend Willie. While I waited I secured my

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Two poems by Sanet Van Rensburg

Lunch with the Pied Piper From across the table I examine your eyes puffy from sleeping in the sun you’re older than I remember +++++++forearms crossed +++twitching like last time you’re softer as a melody escapes your mouth and angst

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Two poems by Vonani Bila

Indonesia The bending road along the jungle of whispering bamboo The narrow asphalted road along tall teak and abaca trees The road of roaring trucks coming down the hill Green trucks full of logs or quarried stone or scooters Noses

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