White Heat & Other Poems by Joan McNerney

July Online Open Mic

Joan McNerney brings us the perfect poetry for these warm summer days! So, grab your iced drink of choice, find some shade, and add read her excellent work below!


White Heat

This dry moment

we lay in sweat beds.

Limp flowers turned

into themselves.

Lightning scorches

skies with hot zigzags.

Will it ever rain, when

will cicadas be silent?

Memories of a white room

burning pains…shunts, stains.

A bottle bursts filling the

sidewalk with rancid beer.

Throat of bird

swollen, screaming.


Joan McNerney

“A” train

brassy blue

electric

bleeds upon rails.

blue, white flashes

leap forward.

they move, they move

constantly they move.

close your eyes

watch points

like stars

think now

how insignificant

you are

compared to train

speaking for itself

stars known

in no language

shooting

thru

tiger’s eyes

brain in

constant action

reaction

to what we do not know

plans of distant stars

galaxies floating by as

“A” train

silver worm

bursting through

big belly

of city


Joan McNerney

tumbling

through time as

I lay thinking always

remembering

how this crapshoot of life

crushed my dreams spinning

me into an unlikely comedy

listening to a busy world

trains, ships, planes,

never ending hiss of cars

revved up motorcycles

loud televisions, shouts,

radios, alarms, sirens

shifting memories

over in my mind trying

to find some pattern

finally night, long, deep

and black covers me with

blankets of forgetfulness


Author:

Vivitar

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.  She has four Best of the Net nominations. 

Writing on the Broken Wall & Other Poems by Sushant Thapa

July Online Open Mic

Fill your weekend with the euphonic poetry of Sushant Thapa! Step into the world he creates with his imagery.


Writing on the Broken Wall
Sometime back I read on the wall of my university: “Walls, the publishers of the poor.”
Today, I count the lockdown days
Numbering them in the calendar hung on my wall
Writing on the calendar hung on the wall
I am drawing lines of time
Unknown it is, my days
What if I count more than I will have?
This air is so thick to breathe
My heart is heavy like a stone
I am a poor man today
I wish to publish my writings on the wall
Only if the wall is broken,
For then, it will keep my plight straight
Broken will be the letters
Just like my broken plight
My sight has served me to see this world
My vision when I close my eyes will still see
This world divided by pandemic, hunger and ignorance
Across borders people have been moved by territories of their own
They want to reach home,
“Home, homeland and the pandemic” is
Bringing us together in what we have lost
Not losing the way back home we have found our existence it seems
So, I still wish to write on the broken wall.


The Old Man in the Rickshaw

He sees what others do not see,
he is on a journey.
Stationed homes and barricaded compounds
never knew his plight
Thin air blows and he is lost in it
His life was also stationed like stationed homes
when he was young and working
Now, he is out venturing
sitting in the rickshaw — he is no more
himself that he used to be.
How young is the rickshaw?
How old is he?
The road is muddy and the cool weather is blowing in the breeze
The old man is sitting in the rickshaw and chewing a gum,
the city seems new for him today.
It is his day — a day in his life
The young rickshaw puller is his friend
The road is his companion
His dog left him early
His wife was once so dearly
The city is still breathing and so is he,
in the rickshaw slow and steady
The old man is on a journey
The evening sun touches his face
He sees a half moon in the horizon,
some children dive into the pond
He waits in the rickshaw to be free and forever young.


The Taste of the Evening Tea

white milk foams till the rim of the tea cup
turning to creamy brown tea —
dark dips of tea leaves
blooms the color
I drink the color and the white rainy clouds
pour sweetness — measured in the tea cup
sugar coated vistas and hiatus of everyday
blooming reality grooms
in the sawdust of effervescent twilight
the orange sun is transparent in the
tea cup
I gulp the sun and only the tea cup stands
as a fleeting memory
of the sun
which was like an image in the evening sky
a little while ago.



What makes meaning?


Is it the ever flowing stream of words that carry meaning?
Is it the concept that draws images in one’s mind, that makes meaning?
Does the idea so subtle and particular — tend to carry affection on its own?
Does it glow for the meaning as a whole?
Is meaning same for one and all?
How poetic can a poet be?
How interpreted can his meanings be?
What is left unsaid and unknown, how meaningful can that be?
What makes sense — is it always felt close?
Can senses be forever disclosed?
When at times unpoetic becomes the poet, where hides his words?
Where lies his feelings when in winding thoughts he is reeling?


Repeating the One Night Stand

Caught in the darkness of lonely lonesome day
the night sky is falling beneath the blanket,
incomplete to both of us.
Just like one cigarette
that kept burning in the ashtray
I burned in my insides too, and
like the ashes of the cigarette
my ashes scattered all over
the room
blew out my insides
in the act and washed away the fumes,
as the ashes subsumed.
Beneath the chest of mine
I shared love with her — lies my ‘self’
so at unrest there.
I was once broken
the day was dark,
the night was cold and stories were — untold, but
the bed was unfold and manifold.


Author:

Sushant Thapa is an M.A. in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi, India. He writes in English and the Nepali language. His English poems, essays, short stories and flash fictions have been published in print and online publications from Nepal and abroad including The Kathmandu Post and Republica Daily from Kathmandu, Nepal, The Writers Club or greythoughts.info from New Jersey, USA, Kitaab.org and Borderless Journal from Singapore. His Nepali poems have also appeared in print and online publications including Udghosh Daily of Biratnagar, Sahitya Post, firewordsdaily.com and khalipanna.com from Kathmandu, Nepal. Sushant revels in rock music, poetry, books and movies from his home in Biratnagar, Nepal.

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Solitude – Poem by Cheryl Vargas

July Online Open Mic

Cheryl Vargas brings a tranquil poem for us to relax into. It doesn’t feel so much like reading, as it does like being in a sweet meditation.


 Solitude

 Cheryl Vargas

She rests beneath a cascade of flowers. The earth yawns. A spring sky awakens. Clouds make their own waves over turquoise sea. She fashions an Irish lace shawl. The tree’s knotty trunk is as strong as her lover’s arms and she leans as lovers do. Twigs coated in mud artisan-style house unborn robbins. The nest hidden on a short branch, distributes the weight. She carries hers daily in her shoulders. Birds whisper and she listens. Their secrets    safe with her. She carries fragrant blooms that remain on her dress, as well as his scent. Her beloved Cherry Blossom tree absorbs it all.  A Japanese parasol protects her identity. 


Author:

Cheryl Vargas is a New Jersey native who writes for pleasure. Her poems are inspired by the many hats she wears. This includes her daily experiences working and enjoying life with her husband, sons, and daughters. Her latest poem was featured in the Spring/ Summer 2020 edition of Tiferet.

Poetry and Art by Shiela Scott

July Online Open Mic

Get swept up in the stunning poetry and art combination of Shiela Scott! The sweet sadness of the poem depict beautifully a familiar and relatable pain.



Artist:

Licensed photographer, creative writer, and business entrepreneur Shiela Scott has completed an A.A.S in Photography degree at Antonelli college, and a B.F.A in Creative Writing for Entertainment degree at Full Sail University. While obtaining a photography degree she has visited news stations and assisted in creating a Christmas card. Also working on a set for Herbalife, while producing memories for the company staff and leadership, she gained notoriety.
With working knowledge of novella, novel, poetry, script, and prose, she aspires to be the best she can be. While she has written Desires that be, a novella with 5 short stories about relationships and pain, she still plans to write more. She has written multiple scripts while studying for the degree.

Not only has she completed works in the field of study, yet gained certificates in other areas. With knowledge of music, how to run a business, how to be promotable, how to work with others, lighting, green screen lighting, and more. She aspires to be well rounded.

 By gaining multiple scholarships throughout her educational journey, she flourished into being a creative muse.

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A Conversation with Corona Virus 2020 & Other Poems by Walid Abdallah

July Online Open Mic

Walid Abdallah, an Egyptian poet and author, takes us through all the topics with his eloquent poetry. From the Corona Virus,racism, love, and everything in between, follow along to feel with him to feel the humanity in all of it.


A Conversation with Corona Virus 2020

Why have you come from nothingness?
I have come to cause death and sadness?

Why would you like to destroy and kill?
People trade in one another and sell

Why do you appear now?
To make savage people bow

Are you happy with causing pain?
You created me, I can’t explain

Do you know people hate your nature?
People invented every pain and torture

When will you leave us alone?
When I finish my job soon

Do you come to change destiny?
I come to eliminate every tyranny

Why do you kill the innocent?
Every war has victims’ percent

What do you really need?
I want to implant peace seed

What do you think you can really do?
I already stopped all the wars flow

What else can you do to impose quietness?
I made all people equal, I imposed fairness

Aren’t you afraid of America, China or England?
I already beat all their troops on every land

What about Germany, Russia and Italy?
They are nothing, I am the absolute reality

What is your final message?
Make peace your only passage

What is your final need?
To end your ego and greed

When will you show some mercy?
When good prevails, and evil must flee


Dream

I always have a dream
Flowing into my veins like a stream

Throughout my life I wander about
Having deep faith to reach it, no doubt

I always keep it in my heart and mind
I am sure one day I will get it and find

I dream of a new world with no pain
A peaceful world, not insane

I dream of a world full of peace and love
Where birds never stop singing and fluttering above

I dream of a world where lovers never separate
Forever together united by fate

I dream of a world full of trees and flowers
Where love, peace and brotherhood its only powers

I dream all people in one language they all speak
Where love ties and peaceful relations never break

I dream the world becomes fair and just
Where wars and conflicts become a very far past

I dream all people have the same feelings
All people become true human beings

I hope my dream comes true one day
And “peace” becomes the only word people can say


Black

I have always been called black
Before my eyes and behind my back

I always try to hide my sufferings and tears
I have to stand more than anyone bears

I didn’t create my myself nor my color
That becomes my weakness and their power

I may be black from the outside
But I have the whitest hear inside

My color has become the curse of my own race
On earth, we no longer have a place

I am cursed in every place I go
I always feel so little and low

I was born only to suffer
My feeling doesn’t matter

For any crime, I am the first to blame
The Nigro did it and call my name

My soul is imprisoned within the dark skin
My own color has become my own sin

I hope people will see the beauty in my heart
And stop excluding me and asking me to depart

My heart breaks a thousand times every day
No body cares about me, no attention they pay

I am a caged bird left lonely in a rainy night
With broken wings, with no power to fight

Outcast and cursed that’s how I always feel
In front of their vanity we should kneel

I hope they will understand we complete each other
We were created to reconstruct the earth together

We have the same soul but different colors
This should be our strength and our powers

I dream of a world in which we are all the same
And only a human being becomes our name

We should teach our children the power of tolerance
And root out envy, hatred and intolerance


Hard to forget

Away from you, the world is just a vast jail
I wander about, I just fail
You taught me how to love and give
You taught me how to be kind and forgive
You have my heart, yet you deserve more
My life with you I always hope for
Although these years I can’t get
It is still hard to forget
I always need your love and care
As all the happy moments we always share
All these happy memories, remind me
Without which I will never be
Away from you, away from happiness
Among different people but live in loneliness
Your love will never be past
Your love will ever last
When the world becomes so cruel
Whenever I find your embrace so warm and cool
When my love, all people ask for
Your love is still much more
When I am ungrateful and unfair
You are the one to show love and care
If you deserve something, you deserve the skies
Away from you my heart weeps and cries
Between your arms tenderness and affection settle
Love flows from your heart when it is so little
Whenever I do wrong and you have to hate
I find you , all my faults, you appreciate
You always look at me in a loving way
No words can describe my love or say
You are the first intimate friend of mine
You are the first kindness and loving sign
For me you always supply and pray
In a time when tenderness begins to decay
Away from you, it is hard to survive
Away from you, I always suffer and strive
No words on earth can explain
How much love from you I gain
You always care for me first
And irrigate my heart in time of thirst
Beside you happiness I first met
And happy moments I always get
That’s why it is hard to forget


Finding you

Finding you is getting my life again

Forgetting my sufferings and pain

You put me on the right way

After being lost, being astray

Now I love life for your sake

Forgetting all what is false or fake

You are the one I ever searched for

Because of you, I tasted the love I never knew before


Her Love

For the eyes with which I can see

For the heart without which I can never be

For the love of my life as a whole

For my eyes, heart and soul

Although now I can’t see her

She has all my love and care

She is the only cure for my pain

She is the love, I can’t explain

Her love no words can ever express

And will ever remain until after my death

Only for her- these lines – I dedicate

For the love determined only by fate


My heart still beats
Everyone needs someone to care for
Everybody needs someone to love and adore
Everyone needs someone in joy and torture
To share his beloved in present and future
To live alone, life is so bitter
To live in love, life is much better
Come closer, much closer to me
To make one loving entity
Stay with me in my life
To bear pains, struggle and strife
Come closer touch my love and feel
Cure my heart wounds and heal
Make me feel alive again
You dwell my heart and brain
I see rosy dreams in your eyes
You have become my land and skies
Life will come back again to earth
And give it a new being, a new birth
Come closer, don’t go away
Deep inside my hear reside and stay
You are the joy of my life and cure
The relief of my pains I never tasted before
The sun of my love to you will never set
You have enthralled my heart since we met
We can touch the sky together
Our love created flowers that don’t wither
Our love makes trees swing in the wind
Carrying the longing my heart and soul send
My love runs with each drop of the falling rain
My love runs with each drop of blood in my vein
Because of you my heart can beat again
You gave my life a meaning that no words can explain


On our first date!

On our first date
I race the time, can’t wait

I have a new feeling, a bit strange
offering you eternal love that will never change

You are the love I have always been looking for
You are the true love I have never felt before

In front of your eyes, I am speechless
Listen to my heartbeats as words can’t express

When reality has become better than fiction
And you are far more beautiful than every prediction

A princess straight from heaven you really are
I am holding a dream I have always thought very far

I am enthralled by your eyes and their magic
A time when I lose all my reason and logic

I drown into the deep sea of your eyes
Believe your heart, it never lies

You have become all the people I’d like to know
You are the secret of my happiness, you are the clue

Let’s start our love journey at forever
A journey of love that ends at never

You grow a rosy flower in my heart that never withers
You gave my hearts wings and feathers

I no longer live on earth
You gave me a love knows no death

I give you a promise that will never break
I am yours forever, I will always be there for your sake

My eyes no longer see but you
Only you paint my life and draw

Every new year and I am yours and you are mine
Every new year and we are lovers’ model and sign

Every new year and I love you again and again
Every new year and we are in love and will always remain

Every new year and you are all my flowers and trees
Every new year and you are all the air I breathe

Every new year and we are together
Every new year and we belong to each other


Once

Once I had a heart, I had a lover

Promised each other to be in love forever

Once she was my sun and sky

I thought I will never weep or cry

Once she was all I own

Now I am desperately alone

Once she was my soulmate

Never imagined our separation by fate

Once she was the smile of my life

Now it is only suffering and strife

Once she was the candle in my night

Without her, I lost my sight

Once her love filled my veins

Now I only feel severe pains

Once she was my princess

Now I forget joy and happiness

Once I had a dream and aspiration

Now I only feel deep frustration

Once I was alive somewhere

Now I took all my sadness share


Tale of creation!

There is a great myth, I once read
About early mankind, it was said
That was called tale of creation
Was narrated after Eve temptation
When man and woman were in the same body
When one dress was enough for both to embody
At that time man was predestined with only one wife
Throughout his whole life
He didn’t have for a lover to look
All was in his lot, in his book
They loved each other by nature
And nothing could change this feature
Man and woman were forever together
Nohing could make their love wither
Not only one body, but also one soul
Doom and lot drag them and enthrall
They have their own life and happiness
And never knew solitude or loneliness
The soul was in love with the soul
Even before being created at all
They own everything, even the universe
Always together from birth to death
They had the land, not the sky
They could walk and swim, but not to fly
They heard about Gods’ in the skies
Whoever stares up would lose their eyes
The sky means suffer and fear
Where Gods are cruel and unfair
In order to laugh and have fun
They sometimes removed the sun
Gods’ hands were of good and evil
Sometimes hands of merciful and others of devil
There was a God of war
And other of love and adore
There was a God of hate
And a God for improving fate
Suddenly there was a fierce war among Gods
And turning people into bugs or even buds
They began to throw balls of fire
They had their dream and a desire
Separating man away from his wife
Without caring about their life
People began to Gods pray
Despite being victims and prey
For stopping the irony of these conflicts
In turning people into insects
Nobody could hear or care
To stop that nightmare
Till Zeus participated in the game
And became “king of Gods” his name
Zeus easily stopped the war
But couldn’t fix the violations happened before
Man and woman from now on are separating
Can’t any more weld and became impossible their meeting
From now on man lost his own lover
And has to search for her forever
Rarely some succeed in finding her
Some fail although she is very near
People are cursed to hesitate
Can’t make up their mind by fate
Man must walk everywhere and wander
To meet either success or surrender
Even if his lover is very near
He can’t make sure and say “that’s her” is this fair.


When you need me

When you need me, just look up to the sky

You will see me with the stars so high

Watching you from any harm and protect

I am much nearer than you expect

Even if days separate us one day

I will find you, I will find some way

Don’t think of tomorrow, It is still away

Any word of separation, never say

The day will come and unite us again

And catch our happiness and forget pain


Biography of the Poet:

Walid Abdallah is an Egyptian poet and author. He is a visiting professor of English language and literature in Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Germany and the USA, his poetry includes “Go Ye Moon”, ” Dream” and “My heart still beats” And has several translated poems which won prestigious prizes in the USA like “Cause”, “Egypt’s Grief”, and “Strangers’ Cross”, his books include Shout of Silence, Escape to the Realm of Imagination, and Man Domination and Woman Emancipation.

Black Lives Matter Poetry by Ndaba Sibanda

These next poems are written by Ndaba Sibanda on the topic of Black Lives Matter. Come show your support by reading and absorbing his words.


From Scars To Stars

There has to be development

You owe it to posterity

To strive for your betterment

There has to be prosperity

Didn`t the parents bear the brunt

Of cultural and social and economic

Scars of history in a sublime fashion?

There has to be development

You owe it to posterity

To strive for your betterment

There has to be prosperity


How They Received Him 

He was moving from door

to door asking citizens 

to give him a big vote 

so that he could become 

their next prime minister 

They chuckled and looked

at him as if they thought:

here`s a man on a mission

to count the number of hairs 

on our bodies in a split second!


From Hogwash To Mouthwash 

she was a lady who shared a great fellowship

that nurtured her as an activist and an educationist 

at first she embodied  a spirit of softness and politeness

later her activism  epitomised an ethos  of civil disobedience 

she delivered speeches that eulogised woman freedom stalwarts   

like Queen Anna Nzinga of Ndongo, Winnie Mandela and Rosa Parks

is Rosa Parks not a heroine because she was tired of giving in?

she would ask rhetorically  about  the modern-day civil rightist     

even days after the broadcast, she couldn`t swallow it—

the bitterness of the verdicts, of the votes, of the statistics

the praise-singers and the public media  fell over themselves

in a bid to sanitise and sugarcoat what was nasty and trashy 

every day she yelled out names , words: boobs, badass, Bobs—

legacy, cancer, cholera, cruelty, crippling chaos, social chasm, curse!!

there was a huge group of citizens who dreamt and drowned in docility 

they blamed everything on fate as they put up with the economic crap 

I heard people plead with her, confessing they too were tired of the nonsense  

she told them: shift from that kind of shit to grit, from hogwash to mouthwash     


Dealing With Attitudes 

A court judge made

the following remarks:

a privileged people should

have a duty and a conscience 

that says we cannot be 

the immortal beneficiaries 

of the imbalances of the past

because we are living in the present

with its demands for equity and equability      


Scandalous Allegations 

I don’t believe these lies

that our black bees

don’t have knees!

I guess these shameful lies

are intended to squeeze

us into a smelly  sleaze!   


Author:

A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndaba’s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndaba’s works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press, SCARLET LEAF REVIEW, Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review, Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.
Sibanda’s forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndaba’s other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018.
Sibanda’s other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward.

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Black Lives Matter – Poem by Bethel Abiy

Bethel Abiy sent me this heartfelt poem and asked it to be shared with all of you during this time. Let us take a moment to hear her voice.


BLACK LIVES MATTER

Being black is not an option but being racist is

Life is not a joke it’s more than just a heartbeat

Attacking your brother won’t make you any stronger

Crying for your loved ones wont heal your heart faster

Keeping track of the lose of black people through social media is hard but off screen is harder

Love each and every moment of your life cause you might be the next one to die

I thought we get stronger everyday but you are the reason why we are all living in pain

Victim number one is you but somehow you are invisible

Earth is shaking not because it’s weak but because you are destroying its strong armies

Stop taking false action because you are causing a huge distraction

Monday to Sunday are the only days I fear and that is because you are so near

As people call you for help you only arrive to kill lives

Time keeps passing by and as that happens racism should have died

Truth doesn’t exist as each and every crime is fixed with different lies

End doesn’t seem to be near cause you keep fueling it as it dims, but

Remember Black Lives Matter


Author:

  Bethel Abiy, born on April 12, 2003, is a young poet. She is a very creative and open-minded artist. She was born and raised in Ethiopia. By her mother Miss Hana and father Mr. Abiy. She is the author of Freedom which was released on February 25.

My Friend’s River Beauty and Other Poetry by Ndaba Sibanda

Still Shining

A beautiful end to our Still Shining Series, we have the talented Ndaba Sibanda! He is a Ponder Savant regular and brings an energy to his writing style. Come see the marvelous poetry that he has written through the pandemic.


My Friend`s River Beauty

why they live in water
it`s a mystery, in a river

they possibly tuck into it–
seaweed, and swim ashore

they also diet on fish, crabs,
clams ,shrimp, oysters , lobsters

my dear friend fell in love
with one of them, his beauty!

a faraway river is their rendezvous
he confesses she`s romantic and fun!

though these days the two lovely lovebirds
barely hang-out owing to self-distancing!

I think she is human, after all
except that she has the tail of a fish

and no wonder she pees and poops
from her belly button, so says my chum!


New Kids’ Register Riddles

2026: Marking The Preschool Register
Teacher: if you’re present, say ‘present’
And, if you are not here just say ‘absent’

Corona 2020. Silence. Teacher: ‘That’s a pass!’
Wear A Mask.’ Yes’. Teacher: Say ‘present please’.
Lowdown. ‘Lockdown’. Teacher: ‘Lord have mercy!’
Cant read this.’Qua…Quarrel?’ Kid: ‘Im Quarantine’
Was Hands.’ I’m Wash Hands’. Teacher: ‘My apologies!’
Sanity-seizer. ‘I’m Sanitizer’. Teacher: ‘For a reason!’
Coffee Fit 9.’ l’m COVID-19′. Teacher: ‘Sorry, whatever’
Self-lation.’I’m Self-isolation’. Teacher: ‘Hmmm, l see’.
Loves.’l’ m Gloves.’ Teacher: ‘Like hand in glove, kid!’
Pandemics. ‘Absent’ Teacher. ‘Wow’. Kid: ‘Coz l hate ’em’


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A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndaba’s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndaba’s works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press, SCARLET LEAF REVIEW, Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review, Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.
Sibanda’s forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndaba’s other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018.
Sibanda’s other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward.

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