[tabby title="Poem"] My songbird knows, that she isn't clothed, she shouldn't know, which way the wind blowsMy songbird sees that the knowing leaves should never cease to give up her proseMy songbird lies, and lies in wait, she never shapes,...

[tabby title="Poem"] I wonder what’s going onthis should be impossibleand yet it seems I’m goingon and can see clearlyeven right through infinity. I’m astonished as I rise and risehigher and higher until I’m farabove the blue planet that driftsbelow and...

[tabby title="Poem"] the ball in the skyis for nocturnal optimists often fullnever emptysometimes bloody it plays hide-and-seekbehind the earth enters its shadow umbrapenumbraantumbra umbrellasfor lunar gods sometimes the bloodstains the skyas if to say nice trybut not even an eclipsecan...

[tabby title="Poem"] BLACK TO BASICS(for Thabo Lehlongwa) Birth is bereavementBlack boys born poor and pennilessRacing matchstick boatsOn dusty township pavementsRecruited playing marblesTo fight life and death strugglesTaking a gamble at each passing momentWe are the clever onesBunking classesLeaving at lunch...

[tabby title="Poem"] i don't fit in.i don't blend in.i don't conform. in a world full of black and grey,I'm the colour.The sunflower among the daisies. SometimesI'm the distasteful olive in a salad.Or the lemon that turned too sour. Yeti like...