“We love the things we love for what they are.” by Micajah Christie

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The artefacts of a childhood’s kingdom piled in haphazard boxes form a maze, all once well-loved, and now relegated to the periphery. The kid who enjoyed these toys had no idea of the paralysis they would one...

Grief by Brett Dix

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 1 We have woken from the nightmare. His death has brought a new day, but grief is stubbornly lodged in our hearts like a stone in the sole of a shoe. 2 Somehow we managed to survive...

A song for Nomzamo Winnie Madikizela-Mandela by Vangile Gantsho

In a time when few men could carry it You lifted the cross upon your shoulders Not alone Never without a doubt You fought for a freedom our birthrights had ordained Against the Venters and the Potgieters Against men who...

Consume the Pain by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Why does this pain not abate, yet, brings beauty with its presence When will this balance be paid, how long remains of this sentence Is there mercy yet to come, even a moment of respite Or is...

Courage by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] the boy misses breakfast but makes sure to tea and sandwich Granny he spic and span’s the bathroom and leaves water with her tablets he polishes the silver tea set and thinks fleetingly of a biscuit but...