The Seeds were buried deep

by

Matthew Mokoena

The Seeds were buried deep…

Six days labour with harboured heaves,

Rolled up sleeves,

No sleep, grief, nor partial reprieve.

Deep…

From spoken word metaphors that big banged metal doors to settle scores,

Deep, hanging,

Pendulum swinging statements that cradled life.

Deep…

“LET THERE BE…” lived long before the light could even breath.

Deep…

Is just a matter of mortal perception,

To God, we remain shallow in our ...

by

Matthew Mokoena

She was a strong,
black,
loveless woman.
She said,
"He doesn't love me no more.
He doesn't hold me down or beat me against the concrete floor, doesn't hit me with concrete thoughts as he slams the bedroom door.
He d...

Older people are exiting this life as if it were a movie… "I didn’t get it,"
they are saying.
He says, "It didn’t seem to have any plot."
"No." she says, "it seemed like things just kept coming at me. Most of the
time I was confused… and there was way too much sex and violence."
"Violence anyway," he says.
"It was not much for character development either; most of the time
people were either shouting or mumbling. Then just when someone st...

Rowan am I and I           am sister to the Red Man
my berries are guarded           by dreamless dragons
my wood charms the           spells from witches
and in the wide plains           my floods quicken