[tabby title="Poem"] and on some days there is no night before the sun can set my grandfather plucks it from the sky and hides it in the gap between my teeth I chew and spit it out like sugarcane it...

Friends, our next print edition ‘Poetry Potion 13: Transformation’ is about to hit the shelves. We are pleased to reveal the cover for this edition, Designed by our editor Quaz Roodt. Inspired by the poem ‘Transformation’ by Myesha Jenkins the...

[tabby title="Poem"] a summer drunk sky laying his head on Gogo the first of two suns to colour her lips darker to kiss her and ask for more a summer drunk sky once reflected in dad’s eyes cradles umama through...

[tabby title="Poem"] I Women Like being sent to Frolic around masked men To consummate sin, ‘devil’s work’ They say. No no- vice to God’s tongue, As barren as moonshine, Cynical like bible scriptures Unsaid. II Unsaid Scriptures bible Like cynical...

[tabby title="Poem"] the exorcist is a tempter it is witchcraft what he does with his lips and his soft tongue in the candlelight a practiced seduction of the soul the giant inside is a wanting is a weakness with pouted...