In the beginning, there was the word. And the word was caged, shackled by laws inked in the brittle bones of colonialism, bound in the thick ropes of apartheid and its bastard chommies; racism, sexism, xenophobia, classism, political oppression, capitalisms...

It is July and Poetry Potion celebrates its 15th birthday this month! Special congratulations to our founder Za for her vision and willingness to create and maintain Poetry Potion as a platform and home for poets from all walks of...

“I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.”― Philip Larkin Poetry becomes many different things to many different people at many different times in...

The announcement of Prof Mongane Wally Serote as South Africa’s 3rd Poet Laureate has drawn a weird mixture of both praise and ire from poets and some in the literary world. To say the decision to have Ntate Serote as...

And then, you walked out of your body. And for a moment we drifted, aimlessly Tears bashing against the hull of this new day Whose sky will we fly in now? Who will pray for us now? And then the...