Used veins by Ntaoleng Labane

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I have grown oldMy skin is soft and my bones are brittleMy gums are just holesAnd my eyes are portalsI have become the final letterEnding off a series of letters I have written for the young meThe...

The Awakening by Siphiwe Hlongwane

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] During the awakeningWhen young womenFolded their gravesBack to earthReclaiming their fleshAnd bones from the weeping soil,Bitter old menWere busy killing the sunlightAnd hiding the moonUnder the weight of their sinsThinking God doesn't knowWho drank the bloodOf our...

A family song by BL Dineo

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Not so long agowe could see their smiles,them touching each other,hear them singing and dancing.Now fear has crippled them! We miss them playing touch on the playgrounds.We miss being adorned and taken pictures of.We miss bringing them...

Merry Christmas, John! by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There wouldn’t be a celebration called Christmasif John the Baptist would have refused to baptize Jesus,would have refused to unlock the connection betweenthe Heavenly Father and the carpenter’s son,and if John would have denied the old prophecy,declaring...

Punic Wars by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Now Pop’s mates drank the way it was,a micro-brewed, trad tankard ale,dark porter, best, old bitter men,the ones who like beer without froth,just hops and crafted barley malt,the snug, shebeen, speak-easy crew. But Ma, cleanliness next to...