Mike Dickman

Dit is die Stilte

by Chestlyn Draghoender   Dit is die stiltewat dit so erg maak;Die kommunikasie wat wegbreuk,elke keer as jy probeer++++praat. Dit is die daad van wegloop,van ignoreerwat n mens vermink. Die behoefte om gehoor te wordword onderdruk.Die gebrek aan vertroue in die...

Remembering me

(for Rhoda Kadalie) by Abu Bakr Solomons   When you speak about meafter my deathspeak about menot yourself say how I am missedfor things you didn't likedon't sanitize my memoryby outlining only my virtues let me stand between youand the line that divides usjust as I...

Wanting for our Fathers

by Vuyi Qubeka   your lustseeps into meit forgets that I’myour child testes muddied intheir needingexcruciating painin the pursuitof the reliefthe paththe supposed curea boy stuck inan old man’s dresswanting for his father your lust seeps into meits scent the...

A History of Disappearance

A History of Disappearance

by Sara Lubala Sarah Lubala’s debut collection of poetry, A History of Disappearance, centres on the experiences of those living on the margins, particularly girls and women. The opening poem, “6 Errant Thoughts on Being a Refugee,” for which Lubala was shortlisted...

In the Hill

by Rethabile Masilo   Then the two men at the topbacked into the mist, and a door openedbehind a clump of scrubs at our level. They must have known we were traineessent to them by the interests of our lives,and pressed a button on the façade to let us in. We followed...

The Man

by Zeenit Jacobs   Stone under weatheredboots, a Man climbsthe heel of a Man… Foot to calf, andthigh to trunk,A Man climbs up theshoulder of a Giant… Eating with its eyes,he listens with its ears,drinks from its mouth… Clouds on the head ofa mountain, mountainson the...

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...

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...