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staging one’s death by Kgosietsile Dintlhoane

the heart is perfectly cold – no room for love, that rope and that stoel over there are perfect where they are but where is the lighter and the paraffin i want to burn while I dangle like a fruit...

(as we sing these songs) by Kgosietsile Dintlhoane

we put our trust in you trusting that u still carry the same black blood in your veins, trusting that since we come from the same dusty streets in the township, where everything still leaks, roofs, toilets, hearts, our black...

Kreef by Vanessa Cardui

[tabby title="Poem"] bereiding en kook van, Metode 1. Steek die lewendige kreef, met stert na onder, in ‘n kastrol vinnig kokende water . . . kreef moet heeltemal bedek wees met die water . . . 2. Sit die deksel...

Give us Barabas by Ephraim Zuva

Looking into the distance I see the marauder coming Riding on judiciary Riding on the ignorant In fury he fast approaches First to pact with the virtuous Probable stumbling blocks he says The ignorant commemorate his autonomy In sacrifice they...

LOV3 ON by Bulumko Filadesto Jacobs-kaNyamezele (featured)

Out of bullets, tears and blood shed I construct sense, my sense tenements are gentrified to make space for diplaced benefits and morals, misplaced by pens, a warrior's fist is an open hand asking for change, crumbs and overstanding. March...