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featured poem: Why shed blood for bread? by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]With freedom I walk the streets. With joy My body bouncing like a brand new ball. That suddenly feels flattened as I freeze, Fixing my eyes on the side-street. Packed with petrified Brothers and sisters,...

editorial: A Poem is Never Finished Only Abandoned

A Poem is Never Finished only Abandoned ~Paul Valery a door always open... remember my first time. my first time at a poetry session. a sunday afternoon poetry session hosted by Timbila at a spot called Yard O’ Ale in...