Saturday, January 17, 2015

Z.E.S.A by Tswarelo Mothobi

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The bringer of light

Came to my house and took his light away
Leaving me in darkness
But see…
I was born out of eternal blackness
When the one who was not created said,
‘Let there be light…’

Friday, November 28, 2014

An ISIS Nursery Rhyme by Donal Mahoney

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Listen, young lady,
this is the man 

who will cut off your legs
and this is the man 

who will cut off your arms
and this is the man

who will cut off your head
if you fail to tell us where  

your parents hid the gold.
Had we known about the gold,

they’d be here, not over there
in chunks, baking in the sun.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Tears Of My African Mother by Derby Bheta

These are tears of my African mother
And its colour that shows all her fears
She still hopes the darkness will clear
Divorced by life now married to poverty
One’s a wife now just a nobody
At night she cries inside
I hear her cries as I sleep
In the morning she puts a beautiful smile to the world
But deep down I know all those glitters are not gold

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Months by JD DeHart

The months came by the visit,
June with her sunny disposition
and April with her warming charm.
December was silent and deadly,
as usual.
August was barely dressed
and October wore his favorite
costume, munching on candy.
The evening came and they swept
away to set the rest of the year’s
gradual time.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Two Flying Saucers by Donal Mahoney

A flying saucer whirrs 
through the kitchen air
almost hits him in the head

flies out the open window
followed by another saucer
sailed at him by her 

angry that he's earthbound
can't take her to the moon
one more time tonight.

He's getting old, he tells her.
She should have come aboard
when he was 23 and flew

all night from star to star.
He ducks again and gasps,
"Once must now suffice."

Thursday, June 26, 2014

New Girl by Tinashe Tafirenyika

Madam says to always keep your eyes open
Stare at the ceiling
Don't look into his eyes
Wear black panties
Lace is very pretty
But it tears easy
Some nights get real busy
But you look like a clever girl,
You'll catch on quickly

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Same Old Story by Donal Mahoney

When Martha gets home from 
cooking class this afternoon,
Martin will be gone 

after 30 years of marriage.
Martha won't know why
but it's the same old story

another woman
this one young and beautiful
but deaf and mute as well

a woman Martin likes 
because her body speaks 
a language of its own

a woman who stays home
unless Martin chooses
to walk her 

along with his dog, Sparky,
an old sheepdog his wife 
gave him as a pup.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Terebinth by JD DeHart

Isaiah wrote about the stump
Left behind in the world
After the sweep of judgment fell
The oak and the terebinth remain

The sawed tree leaves a pattern
Ridges and narrow passageways
You could trace a star with
Its end a raw, gnarled appendage

Isaiah wrote about the ravaged
Field and ruin, while juxtaposed
With the remainders, the seed

The excerpt implies a peace
Larger than truth, that even when
Broken and crumbling, twisted
There is a small grain of hope

It lies beneath the surface, small
Inclination of a behemoth below

Blessing is a small wordless child
Sitting amid the curses and fears.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Monthly Dues by Natasha Chebet Mutai

The dark days have come!
When I dread to walk around,
In school I can’t keep up,
Those days make me sick!

The red liquid keeps flowing,
Why can’t I just stop it?
Surging pain in my abdomen,
Every single limb in me aches,
Yet I have to work and read!

Mama struggles for me,
Leather she borrows for my sake,
I sit on the damp soil till dawn,
Mama pities me, she cries for me,
And I along with her, will relief ever get here?

In school the students mock me,
I’m embarrassed, I’m ashamed,
This is too much - why me?
No tampon for me, no sanitary towel,
Nothing to shield me, to hide my shame! No one to protect me!

My heart aches for that day,
When I can dance through my cycle,
When checking becomes a vocabulary,
When the period of shame becomes the period of pride,

When my heart falls in line with natures phenomena!!!!!!