this week's writing prompt: "Beware, my son, words that carry the loudnesses of blind desire also carry the slime of illusion" from Random Notes to My Son by South Africa's poet laureate Prof Keorapetse Kgositsile. 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I plant seeds in minds to bear fruits, At times I harvest harboured feelings with weedy roots. It is said a thorn is a twig which resisted to produce fruit, The overly informed fool not wanting to...

[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="Poet Bio"] Catholic children learn early - church altars hold relics; shrivelled saints’ bones in boxes, fingers, jaws, toes. When I was a child I believed tight within statues were bodies, bones and flesh rotting, stone figures reclined over...

this week's writing prompt: "and he said: you pretty full of yourself ain’t chu" from Poem For A Lady Whose Voice I Like by Nikki Giovanni. 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use the form below to submit or click here...