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Drink gin(ger) and call me at noon by Nkateko Masinga

[tabby title="Poem"] this is not a spoiler of the ending,but the apocalypse is in autumn –i saw an angel’s notebook onceand told no-one, save you, now & it’s not because of the alcohol.it’s not a crime when you’re 27with a...

& in the posture of prayer you find me by Nkateko Masinga

[tabby title="Poem"] the unspeakable terror of my daughterrealising I am not coming home tonightor any other night. how others met youin the air, some on the ground kneelingand I, unsure but terrified nonetheless. & in the posture of prayer you...

Fruits of rest by Nkateko Masinga

[tabby title="Poem"] society insists wepledge our allegianceto appearing busyto feel validated you’re soul thirstyso thirstyto proveyour worth doing thing after thingrushed to accomplishspirit torn apart producing no fruitconstant battlelack of peace stop quench that thirst nurture thedry well in your...

Psalm for Chrysanthemums by Nkateko Masinga

[tabby title="Poem"] the flower of the month was in crisis. at first,the heading of the article startled me. it said,‘mums are not flowering’ and I looked again,realising I was reading a gardening magazinewith closed chrysanthemum buds displayed. it was November,...

Self-portrait as grieving ghost by Nkateko Masinga

[tabby title="Poem"] my body is embalmed for burialas my husband weeps, sings hymnsand begs that i return to him is there allowance for this? to be useful to my mourning lover: in our kitchenas asparagus in his labas apparatus in...