[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Oh he did it to himself they say Homeless and on the street Those needles served on a tray He is working the beat You go to church every Sunday Listen to the word of God Yet...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] (For Toumani Diabate, kora virtuoso) Seventy one generations, Twenty one strings. Eyes close. Old fingers Swim the deft air, in perfect freestyle. Like long distance runners Strumming gazelle legs on earth. Pluck - let - go, Joy...

[tabby title="ka seTswana"] Weh! Nduna Elah! Monna Kgagamatso ya methleng, Thlaga ya konkrete, Manong le di Phiri di i phula melomo, di i tatola nama ya ma loba e jelweng. Kebo tshelo jwa matsatsi le matstsi, motabogo le metabogo ya...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] And sure, his eyes were as bright as the city lights, And his smile was simply the sweetest delight, But inside he was as hollow as an abandoned casket, As meaningless as the sky on a starless...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] last i was little but now i am grown i am high in height i am bigger and i am stronger i didn't believe that a person can grow but now i can see life can sometimes...