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Aesthetics of fetishes by Nkateko Tshabalala

[tabby title="Poem"] The gift-givers have stolen the hands of timeAlas!They jump on rooftops pulling from their sacks all the memories that time took awayThe healing of time drowns where crocodiles brood the cracking mudTheir tears, forlorn!Looking for the gory beneath...

Broken by Pelonomi Itumeleng

[tabby title="Poem"] The language of Broken thingsIs questions.When are you leaving?Have you come to finish me off?Why are you so kind? Broken things are forever sharp,Just in case an attack launchesAnd they didn't see it. We come for peace,Hoping our...

On Abusive Kings…by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Our Corinthian king reigns on high this day,with all the winds blowing just his way,with little to accomplish or do,but devise fresh cruelties anew,building castles out of sand, twigs, and hay. Did Dionysius' sword held by horsehair fail,to...

Death Lurks by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] Some of my best friends are dead,taken down by snipers,shot when out on patrol,ripped asunder by IEDs, ormortared when they thoughtthey were safe back at the FOB’s womb. Some of my best friends are dead,all messed up after...

Swampland by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The foreigners talk about Finland,but to us Finns the name is Suomi:"suo" means swamp, and "mi" means land. Our country should remind the foreignersabout the marshes and the creatures of the moistinstead of Santa Claus or Moomin characters,and...