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Home is (not) a person by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] Home is not a person It’s a place. And her name, at least for me, is Soshanguve Rotting beneath the seams She stinks of urine and after birth. The quagmire festers Collects beautiful scents And leaves behind a...

Poet Profile: Linda Masilela

Linda Masilela is a poet, medical doctor, blogger, performance artist, tea connoisseur and scriptwriter. Some of his work has been published in different platforms such as the Sol Plaatjie poetry anthology and Poetry Potion Journal. He has performed in spaces such...

The Last Dance by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] A dance between the God's Is a metaphor for dying A phrase for prancing on landmines And hope immortality saves you from death It is guilty feet devoid of rhythm Dancing of beat because the heart stopped beating...

Things forgotten( an ode of memory) by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] The recollection of events Is the oxygen of existence For those who forget Struggle to breathe But the elders have taught us that There is nothing more dangerous Than an unchained memory It slips between the fingers like...

For Grandma by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] The hands of time have turned into thieves That plunder your thoughts You rummage with hope only to find remnants of retrograde amnesia Existing after the pillage Your memory is nothing else but dust And your brain is...