The Red Wheelbarrow PoetryDie is net om te sêNathan TrantraalDie is net om te sê:Ek hettie laastecigarette geroekwat innieboksie wasen watjy probablygehouritvi venaanVergiewe myit was delicioussoe bitteren soe warmFeatured on 27 May 2021
Nathan TrantraalDie is net om te sê:Ek hettie laastecigarette geroekwat innieboksie wasen watjy probablygehouritvi venaanVergiewe myit was delicioussoe bitteren soe warmFeatured on 27 May 2021
The Little Yellow HousePhelelani Makhanya There is a little yellow house at the corner of the street, where the jacaranda has painted the paving purple. Every...
Naughty GreensBasil du Toit The rude vegetables are up to no good again, succumbing to irresistible inflations, their growth-tips, tautly congested,...
Evening Song (Durban)Ari Sitas After a day of stoning and gas an ancient chore beckons by the ocean’s lip - a crowd heaving, heaving, sifting through the sand...
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