[tabby title="Poem"] My spiritual heartA pool of bothSweet and bitter wordsComing out ofThe same tapCalled mouth My physical heartA pumping machineWith four ChambersC!injected to twoAorta and veinPipes inlettingFresh bloodAnd outlettingDirty blood Take careOfYour spiritualHeartThat noGossipDefiledYour spirit Take care of yourCarnal...

[tabby title="Poem"] There is awe in this world,Gobstopping beauty somehowCircled with science. You can lose yourself,Overcome by all,Subsist in a brain Jarred free of the me.Don’t touch it.Let it be. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet...

[tabby title="Poem"] Britain will look at the world,with serious and dour face claiming:"But we are the protector.""Without us who will preserve?"As if there is some enigmato the erasure of history.Egypt revised, as if mummiesjust went missing, or disappeared,or were rare.When...

[tabby title="Poem"] (rub-a-dub for lesego rampolokeng) My poetry my death warrantRubber-stamped in the Dutch man's African koerantInterrogated on Freedom DayV-day or D-DayEach a venereal diseaseThe self-enslavement of false emancipationDripping salivaWhere men in funnel flannel pants spillLiberation down the drainAnd call...

[tabby title="Poem"] See skein held wide by stretch out hands,grandmother drawing it to ball,then teaching, as he her own had donethe yarn of how cat’s cradle runs,a magic trick to eyes of child. See parcel crudely tied with string,bumps breaking...