Poetry

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...

South Scorchy Sun in Africa

by Nwokoye Emmanuel Maduabuchi   You might have heard of the hazy hugs Of the White Minority and the Non-white Majority, And how a Dark Void Blackened the Pretorian Sun in 1948. You might have also read Through the inks of fast-fading scrolls, How Sharpeville had...

Extracts from The Juliad

A materialist epic-social horror-tragicomedy-wordy film in poetic dammed-dramedy Render unto Caesar what is Caesars! by Kyle Allan   the trolley dash for years there has been this tradition of a trolley-dash; one lucky viewer or shopper wins the opportunity to...

Mahikeng, A Forgotten Place

by Zeenit Jacobs   Have you seen Mahikeng? A place between rocks and filth; streets with littered debris are the empty words regurgitated from the foul lips of an office bearer crashing like dense hailstones… the stench of transparent oaths looming heavy over...

Remember Nokuthula Simelane

by Sihle Ntuli   for daughters of the armed strugglethe ones pictured standing alongside revered black male deities,partaking in the same contestation for liberation,the very same undergrounds of eSwatini coated in the same camouflage+++++++also crouched down to evade...

Two Poems by Sue Nyamnjoh

have you eaten? I come from a long lineageof proud and brave heroes. Stories of their greatnesswere passed from father to childwith the cycle repeatedwhen the child became man. His was the mantle of keeping the storiesalive in memory. All this is untrue. Well, not...