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To Remember by Quaz Roodt

To remember is to peel away the scabEach letter in your name is a muffled bellSwaying in the windless deathA fading chime made of flesh asks to disappear into the earth To remember is to breatheTo hold you in my...

Just a Moment by Quaz Roodt

I am smoke and Sunday lunch. My wilting skin is the dying dog’s whimper, My hands, the smell of candle wax. I am a mouth full of tombstones, and stories moulded from wind and dragon scales. I am the Burning...

Hello Resolutions, my old friend!

Yes! We have crossed the threshold. We are now officially a few hours deep into the new year. We here at Poetry Potion wish you all nothing but love happiness, poetry, music, and books.(Necessary ingredients for a healthy existence, they...

OUT THERE SESSIONS Fundraiser for Myesha Jenkins

OUT THERE SESSIONS This December Poetry & Jazz at The Orbit moves from its traditional Tuesday slot to Wednesday(6 December) as it hosts its last Out There Sessions. This time around the co-host will be Natalia Molebatsi as regular host, Myesha...

And the beasts wept by Quaz Roodt

During the funeral Dogs bark praise to St Francis of Assisi. Township scarred ,crooked tails wagging listen to the hounds howl their adoration for St Roch When the sermon ends, and the body is neatly folded back into the earth...