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Kylin Lotter Armour 13
You 14
TS Mashile Voices 21
Poetry Seen
about 21 Poems 70
Contributors 74
Submissions Guidelines 78
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Editorial
To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palms of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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With this edition, we get back on track without print
journal programme. The unscheduled interruption that
was 2015 allows us to come back with a journal that is
pack full of new poetry. This is our ninth print quarterly.
With this edition, we go back to publishing in print every
quarter. The new poems in this edition come from all
around the world.
They mock like Tulile Siguca does in New Dawns, “The beauty
of any dream is poisoned by the ugly reality of having to awake”, and
they look beyond our orbit like Soma Bose’s The Aliens
does “may be they are robot like machine! / May be, they are human-
alike or of divine doctrine!”.
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home soil” in Nkateko Masinga’s Amagugu, or just simply
celebrate something wonderful as Ulrike Kussing does
in My Miracle of 2014, “you unfurled / my sails”. And finally these
poems hope and hold out for something more “I have hope
for one more day / old tender heart of mine” as Charl Landsberg’s
Tender Heart.
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Poet Muse
Kofi
Awoonor
(poet, author, educator,
ambassador, 1935 - 2013)
critic,
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Kofi Awoonor was a Ghanaian poet, literary critic,
professor of comparative literature and a diplomat. His
poetic works drew from and combined the traditions of
the Ewe people as well as contemporary and religious
symbolism .
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Kylin Lotter
two poems
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Armour
Let me never be sheltered again.
Let me see the ugliness. Devour the beauty. I seek to see with
bloodshot eyes the world I was blinded to in my youth.
Let me run down corridors in my bare feet and feel the click of
my spine against cotton sheets.
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You
If I sit very still, can I watch you undress?
but I-
but you, are just a landscape of pale skin stretched over white
bones.
But I-
just you, with your technicolour eyes that hypnotize the light of
a thousand irises that form our compound mind.
I could cut you off and let you fall, let you float away.
But I-
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and you will sit across a chess match of desire and sing the
hopeless phrases to mobsters and gods and any one who will
listen because I have something to say and you,
just you,
But I-
just you.
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Ali Znaidi
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Celestial
Illumination
Sediment erosion. Dust particles.
—Moments of revelations.
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Gameedah
Riffel
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Give me a poem
please
Give me a poem and I’ll change the words for you.
I’ll swop all the letters around while also twisting the truth.
What’s false will now be believed.
What’s wrong will now be true.
Give me poem please and I’ll show you just what I can do.
I’ll show you a world where all your dreams can be reached.
Where infinity is only a number,
Among the many things they teach.
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TS Mashile
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Voices
Sleepless nights,
Scavenging thoughts,
Eyes open,
Unclear films;
Tomorrow is untold,
We live by the oracle.
Silence,
We listened accordingly,
Johannesburg was declared our own,
Scampered through the streets,
Loped down our preys,
Cleared throats to flesh,
Preyed on the innocent,
Possessed every breath,
Satisfied the urge;
We found peace in the voices.
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Mighty the
Poet
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My Poetry
It speaks to me in the joyful hours and the darkest days, from it
I know how mindful my thoughts are, from the sleepless nights
to the palm of my hand, I know that poetry is my core.
I’d rather be hated for I am, than loved for what I’m not, I live
poetry and it is my rock and a rock never feels pain.
I’ve built a wall, a fortress so deep and might, that non may
penetrate, all I need is my books and my poetry to protect me,
I’m shielded in my armor, hiding in my room, safe within my
heart, I touch no one, and no one touches me.
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Tulile
Siguca
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New Dawns
The beauty of any dream is poisoned by the ugly reality of
having to awake
Feeling your smile show off the gap a s dawn cracks open my
heavy eyes is a moment archived with many others that never
saw the light of day
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Kabelo
Mofokeng
three poems
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End of days:
SOWETOPHOTOALBUM
Sis bhuti wearing a spoti and botsotso somnganga
how bright your smile looks
in that Aces-mealie-meal-top
SOWETOPHOTOULBUM
let each smile of your pages
preserve to those who will come of age
let it be known let it be shown
in vibrant colours whether or not solarised
let the image speak a million truths
that once gay-men broke out of their shells
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I will head up north to my Dongas
Badimo send with insight a lighting strike
through my hand deliver this gift with precision
before midnight each penetrative edge of fire
will charge the rock of every tree in sight
separate the cumulus from the heavenly love of skies
The township memory hangs online
once more for another divine hand wash
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Double-Doo-Wop
I double-doo-wop
beneath a blanket of blues
seeking to wrap you
with these hungry palms
without shattering your light
like a gentle conductor
I freeze the lyric of time
melt in your double-doo-wop
endlessly
it smells like rain
dropping from scented corners
of my night skies
freeing the sparrows
outta my rib-cage.
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Afrika
“Khabazela”
Mkhize
Your fingers are free
a wild wind blowing
whoo whoo
inside a purple winter
thunderstorms
pierces dust
hot rain
black forest
hungry flames
bite the plank
Marimba
threshing
a wooden floor
A star falls
dusk gathers
on your finger tips
whoo whoo
undressing moons
without moving.
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Welcome
Moyo
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Eternal Wonders
It is an unwritten religion to search for infinite wonders outside
of us
It is an unspoken practice to look for eternal marvels in the
pastures that lay afar
In fact very few have told of the rolling riches that quietly
reside within us
Very few nations have set to explore the realm that is held in
between melanin and bone
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Amlanjyoti
Goswami
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Star Gazing
Babies are another universe,
Sovereigns of an unexplored galaxy.
A blink holds time still,
Like gods of another time,
Sitting on lotuses.
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Soma Bose
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The Aliens
Every evening, I gaze at sky,
With my amazing imagine, I look high,
Among the cloud, there may be a yacht-
It is hidden and sailing around with an amazing tact.
Inside it, there may be many looks like spider,
They may look like big bug or like any other creature.
With them, we have no communication,
Even, we cannot identify their proper location,
But still, we imagine, may be they are robot like machine!
May be, they are human-alike or of divine doctrine!
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Mercy
Dhliwayo
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Days like these
Pecola’s quest for the bluest eyes
Only left her out of her mind and with the kind of scars
That neither tissue oil nor cream could ever erase
So on days like these I pray; I pray that you may maintain
That glimmer and that wondrous smile
That you wear when you glare into the mirror
On these young days when all the mirror can do
Is produce a replica of you imitating your every move
The tapping of your tinny feet
Offbeat and disjointed from your child like giggles
Coz child; there will be days
When the mirror’s projection of your internal reflection
Marred by a culmination of exterior perceptions
Will either gratify you or scar you
With belligerent vanity or a sense of inferiority
I cannot shield you from this
But I can at least leave you words with which
I hope you could construct yourself a mirror
To use on those days when I am not there to remind you
That the standard of beauty cannot be measured against
Substance as paper-thin as images from magazines
Or distorted pictures from tv screens
That there is more to being than beauty that can only be
projected
on something as volatile as glass that easily shatters
Just as your existence is one of Gods infinite wonders
There are many hidden wonders that you are yet to unearth
So let blue eyes not be the subject of your quest
You just might lose your mind or go blind
And while there is sight blindness
I hope that you will find your sight without plucking out your
eyes
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Nkateko
Masinga
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Amagugu
The visitors are here.
They came to see Africa; to explore the motherland with their
eyes set on Serengeti sunsets,
barefoot treks across the sandy semi-arid savanna that is the
Kalahari desert. They came in knotted head wraps, beaded
neck-pieces and leopard print dresses.
They are here with their kiss the ground/I am on home soil/
back to my roots/diasporic homecoming/love for Africa.
Nightly beatings,
your throat in a choke-hold, you choking on fumes from the
paraffin stove, the names of your almost children stuck in your
throat:
Misplaced, miscarried, missed by their mother.
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to come peel vegetables and sing Amagugu while the men eat
meat and our coffins slowly sink into the ground along with our
dreams for a better Africa.
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Ulrike
Kussing
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My Miracle of 2014
You
every curl
every curve
no straight lines
an explosion
of feelings
you unfurled
my sails -
a maiden voyage
to nowhere
to everywhere
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Charl
Landsberg
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Tender Heart
and you, my love, gone quickly by
a life so pure, and then to die
I miss you more than I can say
old tender heart of mine
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A Poem A Day
2015 Most Read
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Rishan Singh
Motto of Life
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Xabiso Vili
“Strangers kiss softly as
moths”
You burnt me
With your singed,
Still-warm fluttering
Kisses,
Or was it I
Who burnt you?
I still can’t decide
Who was the flame
And who was it that
Flew too close
To a candlestick sun.
All that’s left now
Is the wax
From haphazard wings
Or from candlesticks
And the smell of sulphur
From matchstick kisses.
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Sizakele Phohleli
the truth about love
They should have warned you that even long after they have left
you; long after they are gone you will still melt them into songs,
That you will learn to master the art of deforming lost lovers
into eternal ghosts
confine them in these poems, into these sonnets that are
clothed in nothing but their flesh, your tears and all that
mattered in the world, because something must attest to their
existence and memories will be all that is left of them, of you,
of her.
All these poems are the reflection of the clutter she has made
of you, of your wretched heart and all the wrong decisions you
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have ever taken because you thought you could turn her into a
woman who stays… but you cannot teach an old dog new tricks,
mother should have told you this.
She should have told you that love will ruin you, past
recognition and return the next morning with a bag full of
apologies, justifications and how again you somehow are to
blame because clean apologies are nothing she aspires to,
She should have told you the truth, told you that love is not just
11 cows, long white dresses, cute little girls tossing white rose
petals along the aisle, blood stains on crispy white sheets on the
first night, that love is not just the tossing of bouquets in the
air.
She should have warned you that at times love will destroy you;
that she will mesh you either into a poem or into a swearword,
sometimes both.
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Tulile Siguca
Afrika is Scarred
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Nqaba Dano
A Painful Truth
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Welcome Moyo
Familiar Stranger
We sat across the table from each other; yet it felt like we were
continents apart. The silence killed the air in the room. But,
we sat, in the silence, hoping to eavesdrop into each other’s
internal conversations.
They kept asking me, “How can someone who was as close to
you as ink is on tattooed skin be so cold to the touch? Hm?
How did that happen?” I couldn’t answer them. I could only
describe what we had become.
“I don’t know, but I feel like we’re familiar strangers now. You
know, the type of stranger that you see every day at the gym,
at the corner store or on your way to work. You know him,
you recognise him, but he is ultimately a stranger. A familiar
stranger,” I said.
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Tshiamo Modise
Ailments
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Philani Nombika
for all that is worth it
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Zaheera Badat
Sleep When You’re Dead
Sleep writhes out of my tangled bed
A sanctuary of awkward twisting and turning
Where deep sleep and calm
Dominates the 300 thread count sheets
On every other day
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Charl Landsberg
Fees Must Fall
this Blade
just won’t cut it
dulled down
by his personal contempt
for his very job
and his wards
it’s dangerous to attempt
to use an unkempt
blunt knife
that has nothing but resentment
for the kitchen of his office
and the chef of the government
who no longer cooks for the students
but hide
behind their gilded vault
what use is there
for a chef and a Blade
when they’ve sacrificed service for assault?
this Blade
just won’t cut it
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Frank Meintjies
Krotoa, Walking Between
Worlds
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Tshepo Mabasa
Love
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Poetry Seen
21 Poems
Dear South Africa,
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President Zuma said that we had a good story to tell but
we’re not so sure that we do. From Boipatong to recalled
presidents Marikana to red overalls in parly, we’re still
demanding justice. Between pit latrines and undelivered
school books we’re left wondering… are we too harsh?
with love,
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Shapiro, David Maahlamela, Simiso Sokhela, Napo
Masheane, Fasaha Mshairi, Masingita Masiya,
Mthunzikazi Mbungwana, Poet Flow, Kabelo Mofokeng,
Motho Fela, Icebound, Siza Nkosi, Unathi Slasha, Mandi
Poefficient, Makhosazana Xaba, Goodenough Mashego,
zamantungwa...
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twenty one weelk | twenty one poets | twenty one years of democracy in South Africa
Contributors
K ylin Lotter is a twenty year old student currently
study at Wits University. She is majoring in Design
and Drawing as well as Writing.
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urban sounds as he experiences them. Some poems are
quiet while others draw on his affinity with jazz, and
here he integrates the different kinds of sounds and
associations of the with jazz music. His self-published
collection of poems and visuals (2008) Blakpen,
composed of poems finding their roots within oral
traditions. He is currently doing MA, Creative Writing at
Rhodes University. He is part of SOWETOPHOTOALBUM,
a collective of five photographers from Pimville. His
photographs have formed part of numerous Exhibitions.
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by life, people and words. Recently most of her poems
have been birthed behind the steering wheel; scribbled
down on any scrap of paper that is within reach.
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express his thoughts and feelings.
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