Su’eddie Vershima Agema is a poet, editor and literary administrator. He is also a culture promoter. Author of two poetry collections, Bring our Casket Home: Tales one Shouldn’t Tell, and Home Equals…
Into the Earth hands unfurled like asters blooming bold, they expose their center as though to say give what you will what you take I will shed onto the earth I try…
The feel of warm mist against Titilope’s earlobe woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw T.J. “Mom, we’re leaving,” he said. Titilope lifted her head and frowned when she saw…
Riddled with distance……cannot remember the momentary framing of time without this connection the day palls itself against thoughts consistent drive as the imagination preys on the senses……unceasing recollection again emerges……restrictions pulse along…
Cacti of frost: collars of lymph nodes stretched out as snowballs tinsel the soft tissue of blizzards; irises of snowbanks shade the eye wear of seaweed pines hoarding Diogenesian automobiles, the pines…
When I was a child I would write letters to people and not send them. I wrote letters to the girl I liked but was too afraid to talk to. She was…
This image of earth and her dalliances with soil, volcanic rock underground. Heritage. Tradition. Clowns. The noise of the city of Johannesburg finds itself inside of chapters of me. This austral encounter…
I read The Pavement Bookworm during an eight-hour flight from OR Tambo to Hong Kong International Airport. I couldn’t pry my bloodshot eyes away from my Kindle screen. The author’s voice leaps…
Stunning tropical islands such as Phuket and the ‘Full Moon Party’ paradises of Koh Samui and Koh Phangan have been drawing in sun seekers and party animals alike for years, and the…
from a phrase in a letter by a French woman in They Speak for a Nation their eagle business, dropping their exploding turds on our little heads. But, we are only civilians and…