Poetry

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...

In the foyer of the Market

by Brent Quinn. Excerpt from Fade to Black, a memoir of sorts.   South Africa – the eve of our first democratic election. It’s an epistemic shift. The liberation heroes are free, and instantly we’re in a new country. Apartheid’s curse has lifted and miraculously,...

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...