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Poem: This skin

If I stay out in the sun long enough Can the red hide the pain of past injustices? If I poke my head over an electrified walled property on the slopes of Camps Bay Will the green be enough to disguise my own wealth I struggle to even keep track of? If I host a sad movie marathon with tales of war, missed out romance and dying people Might the blue cover over my own [...]

By | 2017-11-14T09:17:17+00:00 November 14th, 2017|pain and Hope, poems and other creativity, race vibes|0 Comments

Poem: There is no “I” in death

If you are looking for someone who actively supported apartheid You will always be faced with a quiet room The sudden hush of the crickets who rapidly flick their eyes around the room Desperately hoping somebody else will claim responsibility for that one   For a new nation to be born out of the ashes of the old one Something needed to die Systems, structures, attitudes and behaviours…   “Even words?” The fifty-eight year old [...]

By | 2017-11-14T07:54:31+00:00 November 14th, 2017|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

Poem: pushing back

try as you might you just can't seem to push open the lid of this cardboard box they have you trapped in doesn't make sense though as cardboard should not be such a worthy adversary yet here you are time to sit back and take a moment to try and remember how this all came to be how you ended up passing time doing time when they was no crime not one you can remember [...]

By | 2017-07-13T09:55:01+00:00 July 13th, 2017|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

Poem: The Block

i want to write but i cannot because there is a big block upon my desk not sure what it is made of it is just there sitting nonchalantly as if it owns the place [can a rock sit nonchalantly? this one can. or so it seems]   i have tried writing around it but it consumes all the space and leaves little room around the edges for even a feeble scribble or a nuanced [...]

By | 2017-02-10T10:02:21+00:00 February 10th, 2017|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

A Frikkin Hashtag: #PoemYourLife

Roses are red Violets are blue I poemed some Hashtags AND SO. DID. YOU. That's right - we decided to dig into the poetic nature of the @AfrikkinHashtag community and you guys pitched up [and some surprise guests and visitors who we hope will be back!] - had a few of the Unnamed Community [my secret back room of hashtag elves who appear every Wednesday and secretly make sure that the game runs to perfection [...]

A Poem: as i stand

as i stand - by brett "Fish" anderson    as i stand before mountains i stand looking up completely overwhelmed by the enormity of the peaks towering over me threatening to topple down on me crush the very existence out of me at any moment they so choose   i wonder is that a small rock i see starting to fall one that will hit into another of similar size and set it rolling too [...]

By | 2016-04-26T11:49:43+00:00 April 26th, 2016|poems and other creativity|3 Comments

A poem: On Point

 On Point   “I didn’t do it,” she said, as she pointed at someone else’s  parent’s parents. “I didn’t do it, “he said, “and I have NEVER used that word.” “We didn’t do it,” they loudly declared, as they counted out the coins to pay the lady who was busy raising their children.   “I didn’t do it,” she said as she gestured towards her black boyfriend who she had decided to name ‘Justice’ because [...]

Poem: the nature of it

the nature of it stunning sunset casting its fading light across the valley trees gently shaking their arms in the breeze farmyard animals searching for the perfect harmony from cacophony as they raise their gravelled voices as one flies buzzing creepies crawling tiny birds picking at their nests the beauty of nature [as long as it keeps its distance] [For other poems i have written this year, click here]

By | 2015-10-20T14:46:41+00:00 October 20th, 2015|poems and other creativity|1 Comment

A Poem: Turning the Tide

Turning the Tide one white hand calling to another to tear itself away from the clenched fist it has become accustomed to to step away and towards the sea of black faces looking on exhibiting so much welcoming grace forgiveness patience but at the edges one can start to see the restlessness is beginning to show [For other poetry i have written this year, click here]