[tabby title="Poem"] behind the cameraearning my skini shoot the pretty womanhaunted by flat eyesthat no adjustmentof lux nor lumencan revitalise,plushly enclosedby the blue velvet glovehe substitutes for lovevelvet cloaks the iron fistonly revealedin vicious punch and shoveblue for the bruisingon...

[tabby title="Poem"] Somewhere outside the dreamstateAs Azania burnsA quarter century turnsA million missed opportunitiesOverpromised, under-delivered realitiesFat-cats unconcerned that society yearnsFor the dreamstate Uhuru which returnsEvery night to haunt us with might-have-beensUntil we learn to unlearnOur hopes spurned we finally discernWe...

[tabby title="Poem"] Little thingsbanal, not rarewhen you absently smooth my hairor the tread of your foot on the stairthose little thingsset them aflutter.When you callfor no good reason at allat the sound of your voicesmooth as butter,they sing.But it’s the...