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How does death change your perspective? I wrote a poem about this once. I think it pretty much sums up my perspective on death. Do not mourn me in the morning light, As rain drizzles through hanging trees, as fog crushes rays that take flight. Do not mourn me for I am free, I am…

AN/OTHER PASTORAL

Wide-ranging and polyvocal, an/other pastoral questions what we imagine to be the boundaries between humans and nature. History, belonging and race converge with climate crisis, ecosystems and care in these startling and vibrant poems by Tjawangwa Dema. With illustrations by Tebogo Cranwell and a foreword by Chris Abani, an/other pastoral is a compelling collection that…

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Do not mourn me in the morning light, As rain drizzles through hanging trees, as fog crushes rays that take flight. Do not mourn me for I am free, I am now the wind that caresses’ the leaf, The howl, which whispers in your ear, I am the cloud that circles the earth, The drizzle…

A Storms Presence

Susceptible to its radiation, Yet gravity draws me in. Whether, it’s the wisdom of it’s wording, or that connection from within. I cannot say, I cannot speak, It’s in the darkness that I weep. The weakness sets precedence, It numbs the pain within. I crave that world, Unconditionally, Set sails as night-time filters in. I…

Let Go, Let God, Live Free by Amanda Skosana

The poems contained in this collection are warm and sincere and filled with soothing hope. In her dedication, the author refers to her poetry as a ‘small beacon of light’ for ‘anyone suffering from the physical weight of depression’. The words seem to float up through a limpid pool. I have lost touch with the…