The 8th Day Of The Week by Sihle Ntuli

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Fallin... Death by Invisible pistol And down I lie... To tell the truth Eye smelt oceans and cried Envy was never so green Green never so bad for my nature Valentines’ Massacre drained us of the reds...

Seeds and growth by Sihle Ntuli

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Seeds and growth Spin and move Driving past the 5’s Axes and spokes provoke the stagnated... Living through movement in plural form Youthfulness envied Dressed No one see’s behind the lines... Heading towards the line... That you’ll...

The Lens Behind My Eye by Sihle Ntuli

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] This lens behind my eye Aborting memory in its embryonic foetus I take it out on this date So this present moment does not become an unwanted future The gifts that are to be cursed in the...

editorial: Ever been kidnapped by a poet? 2012.01

“ever been kidnapped by a poet” ~Nikki Giovanni, kidnap poem this is the first edition for 2012, in fact, it’s the last edition of 2011. it just didn’t make it and almost never it. dealing with various factors in my...

Soul Searching by Sihle Ntuli

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Yesterday everybody wanted to be a poet They wanted to touch the world with words Turning things around call it a revolution And then the struggle was won Then they got old Kept their bedsides shining with...