In the beginning, there was the word. And the word was caged, shackled by laws inked in the brittle bones of colonialism, bound in the thick ropes of apartheid and its bastard chommies; racism, sexism, xenophobia, classism, political oppression, capitalisms...

Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.- Alice Walker New year, same old algorithm in love with its own echo. Looping back to whisper us awake or deeper into slumber. The poet (now far removed...

“I am on a quest to find the perfect poem,a gentle balance between word, rhythm and thought …a poem that sends the moon and sun dancing over the skyline hand in hand”⁠—Kojo Baffoe I find myself slouched in the corner...

Some time ago, PowerFM had a brief discussion about a new rule supposedly instituted by the Cannes film festival. According to reports in various UK newspapers, women were turned away from red carpet events at the Cannes film festival due...

How do I find my voice? Who do I ask? A spaza-shop lady owner at the middle of the end of her road? “Dumela mama, do you know how I can find my voice?” Or do I ask the spotie...