1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK “The child is not dead not at Langa nor at Nyanga not at Orlando nor at Sharpeville nor at the police station at Philippi where he lies with a bullet through his brain“ from...
Never a sweet Sunday Nor a lazy Monday All days remained shady and a huge bore Just like a wren in a cage All I do is peep on a window Gazing from sunrise to sunset Like a prisoner I...
Alabaster. I’d always wondered what the word meant. Alabaster. I thought the word referred to a type of bird, like a seagull of some sort. But I was way off – that’s an albatross. But you might as well have...
So here’s a metaphor, the dream is a rainbow and “making it” a pot of gold, As the sky reflects the ocean you tend to stare hard at its alternate existence, You search too hard for it you wander over...
It’s been a long, long time coming. I am relieved to share this cover with you.