Black South Africans have a lot of stories to tell and to write.Their stories are heart rending,nerve wrecking, thought provoking,memorable and timeless.People in black townships have suffered a great deal and has experienced several traumas that include discrimination , rape , violence , educational poverty , material poverty , hunger and displacements .These people have been also at the receiving hand of political propaganda , oppressive apartheid era regime, zealotry, expediency and corruption . They have become pawns pimped by preceding regimes of black and white leadership. Black township communities have many stories for their people. These stories remain both knowledge libraries and literary heritage for generations . The book is the best place where stories,experiences, challenges and solutions should be placed in.
Kalpna Singh-Chitnis , Your poetry is a refined discord of nostalgia, a collage of warped dreams suffering from racial disparity and cultural torment. Your versifications are teeth gritting plea and heart-rending yearn of a migrant with her spirits dipped in soul draining loneliness, heart-pricking isolation and mind-tilting exclusion. A voice . A wonderful and powerful voice crying out loud to be heard by all climes and also by those within. Your poetry pricks , raves and rattles the heart of the reader. Your usual/actual audience are communities that experienced /experiencing the pain of migration , pangs of refuge-living , grinding lifestyles of exiles ,politically induced migrations , the plight economic exiles, victims of xenophobia and those racially/culturally whipped by winds of discrimination and whirlwinds of social exclusion. Your linguistic presentation is marked by verbal simplicity and as well decorated with depth in meaning . The rhythm is engaging and the reason is involving .You are a poetic voice qualified to be read , heard and learnt. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC remains persistent, resilient and prolific in archiving , featuring and publishing extraordinary voices in the name of Kalpna Singh-Chitnis
Laureate Gloria Mindock is a multi-faceted writer ,prolific poet , award -winning author ,literary arts activism curator and a highly rated accolade- worth-some more literary arts publisher. Her publishing stable , CervenaBarva Press is globally ranked and internationally acclaimed . Her literary genius and publishing excellence has so far birthed great authors and unmatched literary voices. Her poets and writers have wholesomely won global golden-rimmed literary awards and platinum -matched poetry prizes( home and abroad). Her poetry catalogue is nerve- touching and mind-thrilling. Her book publishing gig is amazingly mesmerizing . Her resilient spirit remains steadfast and undefeated .In 2020 alone , this book publishing legend published 20 books by different writers /authors and poets from across the world. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC prides itself for featuring a doyen of reading culture promotion , a globally celebrated publisher, a writer par-excellence and a poet extraordinaire Gloria Mindock and we are grateful once again to archive , feature and publish your wonderful voice unto our digital cave walls .Blessings.( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
The poetry collections catalogued by IS A ROSE PRESS are metaphoric bombs sneezing harsh realities of life and word bayonets coughing out blunt complexities of human world . This poetry is political graffiti and cultural hieroglyphics scribbled onto the war- tired DNAs and being carved unto hypocrisy -bleached mindsets of human existence . This poetry is imagery rinsed in satire . It is beef roast of metaphor dipped in mouth-watering lyrical sauce of verbal prowess . This poetry catalogue is pork chop of irony dip- fried in oil -pans of nerve-tilting rhythm .This poetry is real poetry .IS A ROSE PRESS publishes poetry, poetics, experimental writing, hybrid, cross-genre and other work. We are a cooperative editorial board of writers in the virtual world. Submissions are by invitation only at this time. So far IS A ROSE has since published prolific voices like acclaimed Gary Lundy , Prof DeWitt Clinton , Poetry Chef Michael Dickel , fast risingJennifer Juneau' and more- (BLURB by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Footprints Publishing House's primary objective is to promote writing of all genres and uplift the writers' welfare by according them a platform to publish their work with ease. With an affordable set-up fee, writers of all backgrounds and ethnicity have their eBooks and paperbacks sold internationally and has since tattooed his publishing fingerprints on digital walls of Amazon and other international book stores - a wonderful and mesmerizing achievement .The publisher has since catalogued notable poets and writers from across Africa and beyond that includes Jabulani Mzinyathi Ndlovu( Zimbabwe) , Geraldine Sinyuy( Cameroon) , Chrispah Munyoro( Zimbabwe), Akimana Divine( Rwanda) , Mbizo Chirasha( Zimbabwe) ,James Coburn( USA) and more other rising writers .
Mine is not Arts for the sake of Arts. It is a revolutionary INSGINA carved into the artistic plaque of my DNA to speak FREEDOM of expression and then freedom after EXPRESSION. The footprints of my revolutionary walk are dipped in the paths of RESISTANCE. My Ideological Swag -word is CREATIVITY. My spiritual birth mark is RESILIENCE. My revolutionary slogan is a nonviolent but a poetic fist of MASS INSTRUCTION. I am non-selfish believer. I adore to take on head bashing challenges head on. I value brew and experiment positively with ideas and there- after bring contentment to humanity. My triplet principles are INCLUSIVITY, DIVERSITY and EXCLUSIVITY. I write for the demoralized and dehumanized to awaken their mental eyes to see candle lights of FREEDOM and like wise to realise that their ballot casts are used fatten political hyenas and insatiable tyrannical systems in corrupt stinking corridors of power -through my insight- ful-torch bearing hybrid memoirs, peasant hoe hardened skull grazing poetic verses, rhythm creamed short fiction mind raving book reviews and nerve grinding political commentary.I chant RESISTANCE with my pen of DEFIANCE. I roast dictatorial regimes with metaphoric acid and disinfect our earth from cantankerous political fungi with ironic calamine lotion. I am a prophet baptizing unrepentant corruption fat cats with acidic spit of pen. The bullets of my pen dig the truth hidden in the potbellies of propaganda zealots, extortion itching double chins of political pundits, fake election manifestos of revolutionary rejects and sloganeering palms of ideological imbeciles drunk with illicit propaganda cocaine.
The virulent pandemic spat the venomous saliva of death unto land. The COVID19 Pandemic has strangled our dignity, we have become wretched orphans walking on this dying earth . Despair and hopelessness killed our promise of life . Judith Elsevier Robb, a wonderful photography artist captures nature with that excellent eye of a prolific reader , ardent naturalist and a super- talented observer. Her mesmerizing love for nature* images are a documentary of beauty and wonderment .The wisdom of these images entails us to view life unto the other side of the coin . We are thrilled and entertained to forget about rough experiences and painful jabs of COVID 19 pandemic . This photographic collage is an imagery of hope and a metaphor of light to all of us . As we were heavily bewitched and bereaved by the cruel tides of COVID 19 Pandemic. This instalment attests that our visual artist and avid worldview -reader Judith Elsevier Robb is a prophetess of light and soothsayer of the promised land . Her beautiful images are a prophecy of light ripping off the mist of fear , anxiety and despair from our hearts . It is our singular honor and profound pleasure to publish this super- photo artist Judith Elsevier Robb and this is our special legendary profile . Aluta Continua- ( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Nancy Kili , your deep belly wail for Darfur is a great revelation of the anguish and the pain whipping the lives of the people every day of God . In Darfur lives are thrashed in mortars of poverty and are grinded unto grindstones of death . In this beautiful but blood jamming poetic rendition . Nancy Kili reveals to the reader how orphans of Darfur are spiked by merciless thorns of war. The death-rimmed and threadbare imagery is revealing of heart-rending emotional , nerve- stalking psychical and mind-boggling physical experiences of war pounded African nation. Darfur ,the land that has lost its salt . Its backside jabbed by stubborn bullets .Its breasts are torn apart by hungry grenades .Its belly persistently ripped apart by blood -loving bayonets. Kili,your message is deep and bold . Your verbal simplicity creates the requisite mood and that mind-pounding rhythm set the tone of your wonderful poetic tone .Poet Kili ,we are blessed to have you as one of our contemporaries speaking against pandemics of war , disease and poverty. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is dipped in exhibiting diversity of ideas , human rights abuses , violence ,political malaise ,poverty , corruption and more . We are proud to profile you Nancy Kili , Human Rights Attorney , Social Justice Activist , Acclaimed Poet and widely published Writer. Aluta Continua-( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it. -Gustave Flaubert Just on the other side of the window from where I write, it is cold. Here in the early half of February, in what's considered a northern part of Canada, even though there's more of the country above than … Continue reading WordCity Monthly. February 2021 Issue6
Bless Us Lord for the Sin-Free Life We Are Living First Published in “Lift Your Voice”, Kissing Dynamite, Oct 2019 I stare with my gaping mouth mock and revere at this whimsical reality eyes rolling in disbelief head bowed in silence knees scraping at the pew to absolve my sins We only bow … Continue reading Bless Us Lord for the Sin-Free Life We Are Living. A poem by Megha Sood. WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6
I went outside after the rain, into the late afternoon sun. The robins hallooed hosannas from the cherry tree and the iris stuck up their razored snouts and hollered and two new daffodils, split open into the sun stretched themselves and the light came up, from over the edge of fat purple-blue clouds and lit … Continue reading A poem by Luanne Armstrong, WordCity Monthly February 2021 Issue6