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Cassini Speaks by Jeannie Wallace McKeown

[tabby title="Poem"] I don't remember where I was made, where my telemetry goes. I was born out here, in vastness, growing incrementally aware of space, and myself inside it. It was a slow birth, curving an escape from planets, believing...

Unexplained by Jeannie Wallace McKeown

[tabby title="Poem"] Recollections of in-love increase the speed of a rusted heart; the adrenalin tingle brings back the dance in fingers and thighs, causes involuntary smiles above everyday mundane: the memories are back again. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Jeannie Wallace McKeown:...

Soul Fatigue by Jeannie Wallace McKeown

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Let me eat people, before they eat me with their demands, their insistences, their anarchic desires; consume tough stuff, let it simmer in my gut and my blood and my tendons - all the things...

4th Annual Edition of Tyhini launches 6 Dec in Johannesburg

On the 6th of December, Rhodes University’s MA in Creative Writing will be launching its 4th annual collection of heart heating literature, Tyhini, by students doing the MA this year. The launch will be held at one of Joburg’s headquarters...

Bones in Boxes by Jean Wallace McKeown

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Catholic children learn early - church altars hold relics; shrivelled saints’ bones in boxes, fingers, jaws, toes. When I was a child I believed tight within statues were bodies, bones and flesh rotting, stone figures...