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  • 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

  • A Smile of Hope

    By Gomolemo Kgosimodimo A dedicated creative woman whose name was Coex’ae Qgam, popularly known as Dada. I used to see her on TV back in the 90s and during those… Read more

  • I Am Okavango

    By Kewagamang Dakamo I am the river that refused the ocean,the wanderer who chose the desert’s ribs.Others rush to the seabut I paused,to teach sand how to dream of water.… Read more

  • Confluence

    By Lauri Kubuitsile Week 1 If you see her lying there you might think for a moment she’s sleeping; sleeping on the sandy bottom, her hair flowing in the water… Read more

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