Praise Not That Scroll
We wouldn’t bow to that scroll for it is the genesis of our misery it…
Poetry
ODE TO THE FROG
For Brother SegwagwaYou are a Drum OchestraSegwagwa an ambidextrousManifester ofPolyrythmic soundAmbigramsA frog eyed dramaA sagacious…
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Battle Scars Run Deep
Battle Scars runs deep.I come bearing a disclaimer, I carry no sense of entitlement,Nor do…
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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
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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…
