[tabby title="Poem"] my dearest babara today i sawkids without slipperssons who leavesons who leftgirls withdaughters with daughtersfathers without kinmothers who singi saw headmasters that cryshy prostitutesand reverends with shopsshops without windowsbabies asking me "how to let go""How do we let...

[tabby title="Poem"] The Anguished onehe is to be found every morningat the traffic stopthe robot’s red to green colour paceholds his daily fatethe discolour of his skinsmell of his breatha testimonyto the faint memory of his last bath The Wannabe...

[tabby title="Poem"] The pregnant sounds of the city street belowFilter with ease into my quiet roomA sprawling expanse of shacks lay lowTightly packed in brown and dusty gloomOver the lake with black water aglowDense trees and shrubs in whose depths...

[tabby title="Poem"] Unfurl your glowIn the bizarre dark. Adorn us we thatwander in misdeeds. In drowsy veils plumbYour yellows. Lo! Let our soulsbathe in rue. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Dacious Kasoka, alias “Loner Pen” was born on the 19th of August...