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om te let go

by Chestlyn Draghoender som brase hetti lyn ni en kan maak latte vroumens haaself haat. dat sy haaself oek nooit kan vegiewe nie al het sy niks vekeed gadoeni. om brase sit met harte soes gabriekte glas wat displei wod as haat en verwyte. selfs hul biologiese kinnes...

Far From the Shoreline

by Robyn Radcliffe The fishing boats In Hangberg Are handcuffed They hang On the edge Of ramshackle housing Rebuffed by the buffering Mountainous scenery Shackled and sedentary They are reluctant sentries Forced to observe This ‘hoods iniquity Far from the shoreline....

Bright Lights

by Zeenit Jacobs A boy with a pointed finger exults: "Look at the stars falling fast!"   Collective awe as fifty become one hundred; bright lights from East and West illuminate the night sky.  O'er tribal lands and clans; around a campfire are sounds of clicks and...

The Birds in Hand

by Warren Jeremy Rourke   If you smash our beaks we will not need clean drinking water from our taps, and ancient rivers diverted, running dry. If you pinch our eyes out we may become accustomed to the loss of light and electricity – made to remember fire-cooking...

This Morning

by Khadija Sharife   listen, it just takes patience and a witness to break the will of a bastard and wait, watch how the pieces scatter at their own pace it was always going that way listen, i keep my own counsel, resilience is a quiet matter resting here in the...

The Kissing Game

by Zeenit Jacobs   She is the mud between blood and blood; under his fingernails, in the crevices of his ring… Pendulous bulbs buzzing in a shabby room; the Man purposely keeps a light on… Drawing dewy-eyes under a black cape, behind the curtain and the closet…...

B———light

by Abu Bakr Solomons   Does the pope's walk of words for his followers' scandal of evil – ‘’assimilate, you savage Inuit!’’ –  heal wounds... +++++++++++++++++++++++++? Can the German nation's Nazi guilt ever pluck their demons from the gas chambers of history...

The Other Places and Johannesburg 2022

by Partha Sarkar   1 No objection The ration of sex is free for all Come in the queue, hungry homo sapiens You have gone far with lofty complexity Leaving behind the statue of liberty And none has met the golden manuscript When the white fluid is available And...

At Wespark

(A poem for Bra Don Mattera) by Lehlohonolo Shale   The first was at your home When Comrade met Comrade In a never-ending liberation view Like when sea met sand Now at Westpark Whilst your last wishes are met We take an overview And with the midnight blues Shall...

Green Pencils, Pens

by Robyn Radcliffe   Primary school produced a menagerie of playground fears aggravating our mostly innocent pre-pubescence propelling the classroom forward as a microcosm of classicism a myopic lens leering sanctimoniously at our unformed understanding of things...