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  • Where is the Moon

    By Bradley Leipego Once upon a time I was the richest manRiches bulged in my breast pocket Wealth was written on my faceRadiating as I walked the room Once upon… Read more

  • Everything is not Enough

    By Miranda B. Joubert The mansion was deathly quiet. Elijah’s wife and children were away on vacation in Namibia. He sat next to his longtime friend, personal traditional doctor and… Read more

  • My Roots, My Identity

    By PoeticPosh I am the story that the wind carries,A patchwork of dreams, scars, and memories,Not just the soil beneath my feet,But the fire that sparks when I meet my… Read more

  • Holiday Inktentions

    By Ophadile Gofhamodimo Yo, it’s the season, lights gleam on the streets,But some of us are walking with no shoes on our feet.While the world’s unwrapping, we be unwrapping dreams,Painting… Read more

  • The Power of Voice

    By Mirrors When we were young, we were taught to suppress,as if truth itself was noisy and too heavy for air.They called it selfish, dramatic, a messour needs folded into… Read more

  • The Dream of the Faceless

    By Teedzani Thapelo i am the silent part of the machineforgotten gear in the belly of its steel hearteach day a copy of yesterday’s grey,i am facelesslost between the minutes… Read more

  • Unwritten Love, Unspoken Vices

    By Noah Vale The women I love I could never writePoems aboutThe words would slip through my fingers,Spilled ink drying before meaning couldForm.But whiskey, painkillers, and cigarettesI could lead forums… Read more

  • The Hyacinth

    By Ronald Tlhokojapelo The summer solstice hadcome at last.And quietly crept throughthe windows of societylike an insidious fog.The rains being late,the dry figs fellto the grounda loose teardropfrom an ecstatic… Read more

  • Most Beautiful Thing

    By Amantle Gabolekwe You hate me. Which is tragic, because Gladys and your mother already decided you’re my therapist. Not officially, that would be a boring man named Dr. Matsheka,… Read more

  • Solitude

    By Tapiwa. If only I could build four wallsTo surround meA sanctuaryMy personal monasteryTo sit in silence and seek retributionFor my tainted soulTo understand this esoteric natureThat resides within meTo… Read more

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