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 →
Burning Passion
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 →

