SAYING YES
time and time again
on the wooden stage floor
when the maroon velvet curtain opens
appears a man made of planks
with neat holes in his hands
on the soles of his feet
with a hole on his brainless head
Poetry
MISTAKEN IDENTITY
( for Paris Mashile ) We were inexplicably mistaken for tree dwelling squirrel monkeys unenchored…
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MOTHER AZANIA
[In memoriam: Veronica Zodwa Sobukwe] our beautiful mother who knows the art of giving the…
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Did our brothers have a choice? (Marikana)
Did our brothers have a choice between a life deep in the depth of despair…
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UNDER THE BLUEGUM TREE
[With Mahlubandile Jr Ntabeni] as the fiery sun bakes mother earth and the asphalt streets…
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THE CHILD DID NOT RETURN
the child did not return from school down the road the child was last seen…
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THIS THING OF OURS
[In Memory of Bra Vusi Make] this thing of ours is never talked about though…
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POEM: IN MEMORIUM
For Mangaliso Sobukwe, Onkgopotsi Tiro, Mthunzi Shezi, Bantu Biko, Sello Motau, Selaelo Ramusi, Zweli Nyanda,…
