Departure, by Don Mattera
Departure … I grow tired and want to leave this city seething in unrest and injustice I am…
Dance Rattle
February mornings Tense as they were the Dawn late the Light from another room Shivering felt like the…
A Sticky Note for Maru
For Advocate Tshiamo Moremogolo Marukgwane For the hearts you stole and flowers you danced and the wind your…
The Bud Opens
The legends tell us that after her return Amarava the Immortal, most beautiful, Lived happily with Odu, her…
When slivers of old wallpaper resurface
white afrikaner children vehemently dragged into a new south africa by fearful teachers shoved inside deshelled and freshly…
Paradise Hill
Up there, out of our reach, every pot swells with abundance. We wait for hilltoppers to fling a…
Masello’s sermon
Masello’s sermon! to the children of darkness! those who inherited abundantly in the sins AND of their forbearers,…
Truth is in the vomit.
I’m stuck on a typewriter Literary critic! I’m not the right (write) type I brew a storm in…
Word for Ramps – for Lesego Rampolokeng
Deep beneath Revolutions are staged Tears fall And blood spills Eardrums burst And ghosts appear In re-lived reincarnations…