Poetry

Suspends in the Air the Peace Treaty

by Partha Sarkar There is the huge demand for wineBecause of hypertension.(One may collect water from the bone.None will stop.)Goes far the barren landAfter sprinkling water on the arid table.(The farce is eternal)Finds an innocent rat in a square boxYet none flees....

Leaving in Four Parts

by Brandon Hamber Part I In a thousand invisible placesA charcoal sketch follows meI am welded ontoA black and whiteWillow treeMoltenRawAnd obviousI see meThrough the eyes of a black womanAmbling a Joburg streetA white child on her backPassing electric fencesCaring...

Two Poems by Zeenit Jacobs

You There were two of you,But I adored the first… I saw two faces,heard two tongues,concealed in one heart... In two minds you were,wrestling under cool satin sheets at witching houras my silhouette dances across your bedroom wall. Dusty Hearts Tender,lonely, tame and...

Taking Stock

by Vera Mihailovich-Dickman How radical can one be and still remain visible, comprehensible and heard?How radical must one be in order to weigh in and turn the tables?I like the idea of the highest possible level and its appropriate vehicle.The most refined and yet...

Two Poems by Zeenit Jacobs

Untitled My heart is an adorned palace.You have lived here for quite some time,But you roam its lofty corridors,Peering into room after room, lookingFor somebody else. Your restless footsteps are like a beating heart,But this tender organ grows tired and weak,A palace...

Ilima – umbongo

by Sintu Mdludla Mavi Kwa ntu ubuntu sisintuNhyani ngabantu ungumntuKungako ndicela kuluntuKugcwel’ ingc’ entsimini yamUkhul’ enqodweni yamLazis’ usiz’ ezintsaneni zamNam, ndifun’ uba yindod’ emadodeniUtat’ ebantwaneniNjenge nyanda masibambaneni Ngobubele sibophanen’...

The Rusty Spoon

by Hassen Lorgat (Written 10 September 2021, before the news of the arrests of the escaped Palestinian prisoners was confirmed.) that rusty spoon++++a few days agounable to recallthe last mouth it freely fed yet its mysterious waystoday is chronicled in the whispers...

Two Poems by Kwazi Innocent

These Walls ‘When I write baby, I’m the hero of my shit.’ Profound words if you ask me. I’m not the first nor will I be the last to try. To try. To try to risk everything in attempt to truly express everything. Within these pages; a haven for the sinners, the...

Red

by Zahraa' Khaki A wish fluttered from a treeA singleRedSilken threatThat flowed through my little fingerTo the millions of threadsFinding your own a tetherThick with the tanglesOf a butterfly in chrysalisThat claimed me I need to learn to love youLike I love the...

We keep our eyes on the prize

by Hassen Lorgat the comrade was militantalways fresh like a daisyyesterday the comrade crossed the floorno one knows why s/he/they did itbut did it: indeedas the COM always believed the picket line was sacredmaybe a poemthat says you are at past your sell-out date,is...