Category: poetry

Heritage Day: Tongues of Their Mothers

Heritage Day: Tongues of Their Mothers

I had so many ideas for a Heritage Day post today, but then I fell in love with a poem, and that made the decision for me. Happy Heritage Day, readers. Following are a few photos of some beautiful South African ladies I know (and one lovely South African man) wearing traditional garments to celebrate …

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What Will You Say to Phillippa Yaa de Villiers?

What Will You Say to Phillippa Yaa de Villiers?

Welcome to September Book Club! I’m so excited to share the work of award-winning South African author, Phillippa Yaa de Villiers. Please read either Everyday Wife, or Taller Than Buildings, and submit your questions and comments by Wednesday, 16 September. I know my featured readers in the states are already either finished or in the …

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An Old Fisherman in Mozambique and Glória de Sant’Anna

An Old Fisherman in Mozambique and Glória de Sant’Anna

I just wanted to share a few photographs from our recent Mozambique travels, along with this poem, by a beautiful writer I only learned about today. Her name is Glória de Sant’Anna.  I want to thank Luis R. Mitras, who works for the European Division of the University of Maryland University College, for his beautiful …

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Squabs and the Strange Poets Who Write About Them

Squabs and the Strange Poets Who Write About Them

WTF is a “squab?” Who even knows such a thing, and worse…who writes about it? Do YOU know? A “squab” is: a) Traveling Marla b) a baby bird c) a cushiony place for your butt d) All of the above Did you guess (d) All of the above? Ding ding ding! You’re correct. A “squab” …

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A Poem for Jeep People and a Poem for People Who Hate Jeeps

A Poem for Jeep People and a Poem for People Who Hate Jeeps

Our poor “Henk,” the Yank Tank, won’t be joining us for our first 4×4 trip out of South Africa to Mozambique. He is having a little problem going into gear, and his engine light says he needs a little TLC. I get tired of people asking me why we stick with this “Madala Jeep.” (“Madala” …

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Langston Hughes and The Salsa Poet…

Langston Hughes and The Salsa Poet…

Oh that Langston Hughes. The first poem I ever read of his was “Let America be America Again,” and I have used it as a gauge to check my own privilege when I become complacent. So I was excited that when I called for favorite poems on April 1st, The Salsa Poet was quick to …

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