Tag Archives: Poetry

Extract: The Chronicles of Nonyana the Bird alias Ntwana the Kid

  It’s festive term again police evacuate tramps from beaches, parks and passageways for the ease and security of tourists & revellers my friend Theliweni says it’s a lofty project these folks bring money to the city we hobos shall benefit a lot from the trickle-down effect for now we must hustle thirty bucks a […]

A Poem: who’s the man?

who’s the man? who’s the man? who’s the man with the mouth and the teeth and the individual bones bolted to the sinews and muscles and tongues and saliva and the bit by bit robot walking four by four by the fires in the parking lots of the cities? i’m the man i’m the man […]