Poetry
Un-natural orders
This Order is not indigenous
A strange thing happened this morning as I ran my bath
I found brown, brackish water
spouting from …
Poetry
What is the sound of progress?
What is the sound of progress?
Is it the clench and release of sweaty hands
pulling greedily at rubber bands
that bind
old laws…
Poetry
The Woman on a bus
How far we have have we come South Africa?
The woman sits on a bus
nothing special about that
It’s not that woman or …
Laos
Pic/poem: Same same but different
Children are the same the world over. This is a poem for them and for Madiba, a man who always had time for children and …
