[tabby title="Poet Bio"] What if our dreams are parasites?Parasites we can only tame when we sleepFor our state of wakefulness feeds their need to make us believe?Make us believe that anything is possibleAnd Nihilism is just a concept?What if dreams...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Man in his wretchednessMuck and mireBirthed in flameAnd ill will’s fire. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Jason is a twenty eight year old man who lives in a small town outside Cape Town. There aren't many people there, but...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] ANCIENT FATHER – ‘Khazamula Johannes Tshabalala’ Ancient father of mystique,Ancient father of creation,A gentle soul, a loving spiritAn existence that has walked through the myths of time andthe evolution of the winds of change.Show me the way...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The evening was gloomyin the shrubs of blackberry. Stems being thirsty,roots in the depth missing rainy days,withered again. I was exhaustedlooking at the dead branches and sere roses. Plu sheet music heard in wispy aircreated the place...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Dry January, the long detox,the month-long respite for the liver,a ritualistic fast for clean living. Dry January, all a farce.Just theater, charade, a show,yet another empty gesture. You only return to crushinghigh-ABV India Pale Alesfor the next...