By Kate Mangope You were my homeYour arms my safety net that I came home to each nightYour fingers that swept my tearsYour lips that whispered me reassurance and promises of your love My heart cracks more each day I don't get to call out to youMomIt cracks more as I have to figure things... Continue Reading →
By Pearl Mokgatlhane I wondered whether anyone had told his mother she carried a bundle of joy,Whether the transgressions of her life had passed to him through the umbilical cordOr perhaps he suckled those from her bosom.I wondered whether anyone had attended his naming ceremony,He carried such a morbid name with glee. We sat side... Continue Reading →
By Gae Maduo I used to write poems for my ancestors, We would chant them under the stars To the ravenous flames of a bonfire. Then I was told That it was evil to sing In praise of the dead. Now I write love songs for the moon, I recite them under the stars in... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 