[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Unless the seed was buried, It was lifeless Unless the seed was planted, It was dead The seed did'nt want to be buried, The ground was cold and lonely But beneath the hard ground, The seed became...

[tabby title="Poem One"] HOMEMADE FLAG A cake mother baked me as I licked red jam. Flour blew away coated my face playful white. A filling blooming as my PJs are lovely green. The bottom glazed as sky is ocean blue....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoUOmglD7Cg Vangi Gantsho is the founder of No Camp Chairs Poetry Picnic which takes place at the Union Buildings gardens every second Sunday of the month in Pretoria. She blogs at Vangi's Africa and was profiled in our first print quarterly...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Bathe in their blood And be swathed in their flash they live in a sharp-ville They browse the city at night And moan to unborn souls that rest in pieces of contraceptives And WE label them names...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A Poem A Day writing prompt: The beauty of things My sweet, juicy, tasty treat An image of you warms my body The taste of you dances on my palette Vivid colors fill my horizon with your presence...