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SCENE, EXT: by Linn Björnsdotter

[tabby title="Poem"] The garden after the scout meeting, a Saturday morning, 2002 Earlier, I gathered firewood- dry sticks and tinder /do not break branchesthat are still alive/ my small hands being taught survival,or sanctity or both. Now, I am at...

41 Putney Road, Johannesburg by Linn Björnsdotter

[tabby title="Poem"] We lay in the summer heat,windows open.You asleep, and melistening to the morning prayers from the distant mosquemingling with your deep breaths. I wanted to kiss your knuckles then,caress your hands soft so you’d feelme when you hold...

HUNGER, IN TWO PARTS by Linn Björnsdotter

[tabby title="Poem"] PART I The first time a man fucked meit was roughand drywith the lights on.The coldest night in December,at a party where I didn’t know anyone. When I was little,I saw my mother cutting up liverand pig’s heartfor...

#WNSDigitalSlam: Registration opens soon!

We had an exciting start to Season 2 of the #WNSDigitalSlam with 18 poets from South Africa, Sweden, Barbados, Botswana and Germany completing for the throne. The audience votes proved to be true game-changers place Soetry in the No 1...