Our Fathers Are Gone
By Ivor W. Hartmann Our fathers are gone Lost to the abysmal sea Swirling in a sargasso of plastic Our mothers are silent Lassitude wreathed And buried them[…]
Are we listening?
By Ivor W. Hartmann Our fathers are gone Lost to the abysmal sea Swirling in a sargasso of plastic Our mothers are silent Lassitude wreathed And buried them[…]
Ivor W. Hartmann is a Zimbabwean writer, editor, publisher, visual artist, and author of Mr. Goop (2010). He is also the founder of StoryTime where a number of short stories were selected for inclusion[…]
by Ivor W. Hartmann I came to South Africa to survive, fleeing from the stone-cold house my country Zimbabwe had become. I sit here now and watch the traffic[…]
by Kolade Ajayi It often returns, astride memories moment that axed to exes facing a life to its exits; and the menace that was penance, heaved along city corners–[…]
I remember the name from secondary school where, in preparation for the West African Examination Council (WAEC) exams, we had to read a couple of African and non-African poems (and[…]
Tade Ipadeola is a lawyer and poet. He lives in Ibadan. His third volume of poetry, The Sahara Testaments is on the shortlist of the NLNG Nigerian Prize for Literature (along with[…]
My Sin on a Sunday Morning Sinners must go to hell or so I’m told. That is, if they repent not. Preachers’ picture of hell is doom. Hell[…]