Writing Gender Equality with Canada-based Zimbabwean Writer and Artist Francisca Mandeya ( A Profile Feature).


FRANCISCA MANDEYA affectionately known as Franzi also Ndaiziweyi, was born in Wedza, Zimbabwe .Mandeya lives in Nunavut in the Canadian Arctic.Mandeya is a resilient and multi- gifted personality.Ndaiziweyi is a one of the victims that suffered the brunt of Zimbabwe's economic woes of hyperinflation , retrenchments and untold moral decadence before relocating into the diaspora to join a human rights , social justice and peace-building organization as well as advancing her writing , artistry , music and advocacy for gender equity . Mandeya contributed two chapters to books by Dr. David Kaulem with opinion articles that were published in Zimbabwean newspapers and journals. Mandeya is a double winner of the Nunavut Qulliit Status of Women gender equality competition held in 2015. Trailblazing Mandeya was recognized as one of (57) mobilizers for gender equality .She represented Canada at the Women Deliver 2019 Vancouver Conference. 'Mother Behold Thy Son' is her first book offing . Mandeya plays Mbira(thumb piano) and speaks highly of its therapeutic quality .Her writings and music is meant to transform undesired social, economic and political realities. She bringing together a scorcher(book) on gender equality Takaenzana, We are Equal.

Poet Megha Sood is graffitiing wisdom and reason on rough-beaten paths of our earth


Megha Sood , Your poetry is a spiderweb of bone-marrow truth coughed out of decades of resilience and resistance .And sneezed from years roasted in sizzling pots of literary consciousness and psychical revolutions . The verbal vintage and pit-belly poetic depth signals unmatched dexterity of a pen-slinger cum griot graffitiing proverbial psalms on rough mats of the rainbow. Metaphors tidily polishing our evil -gripped earth with calamine of reason and lotions of wisdom from the stench of mental snoring .Poetry that walks again dead men into life .Your boldness transfigures our somber world into sobriety .Rhythm that resurrects sleeping souls to sing along and jive to the reverberating beat of the coming dawn . Your poetry is a sacred blessing gifted to Kings from ancient epochs onto modern times . Psychical prowess , verbal dexterity and the heart -thudding rhythm are triplets dictating the literary vitality of this nerve-wrecking but mindboggling poetry submission. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is prided in archiving and profiling an globally acclaimed anthologist , poet extraordinaire, Hallowed Digital Poetry Artivist ,Proflic Curator and Poet Megha Sood .This is dope.( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)

Three Poems by Chiara Salomoni, WordCity Monthly Dec/20 Issue4


The Numbering at Bethlehem   After Pieter Bruegel   They have not gathered to enjoy themselves, their full pockets will soon be emptied.   A mother struggles to hold her little boy next to the tax gatherer’s desk.   A woman cooks outside, her two children play nearby,   her husband hurries to help; the … Continue reading Three Poems by Chiara Salomoni, WordCity Monthly Dec/20 Issue4

Christmas Poems by Daniela Hendea, WordCity Monthly Dec2020 Issue4


First December in Lawrence, Kansas   I spelled its name in my mind, extatic, eyes on the fresh visa in my Romanian passport: A M E R I C A. I hadn’t foreseen crossing a baseball diamond on foot in Lawrence, Kansas, the shortcut to the University bus station. Early morning. Snow up to my … Continue reading Christmas Poems by Daniela Hendea, WordCity Monthly Dec2020 Issue4

WordCity Monthly, January 2021 Issue #5


Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it.-Gustave Flaubert Welcome to 2021: Year of the Vaccine. To say that we are all aching towards a time when the Covid19 pandemic has been lifted from us, and the shroud of solitude and loss … Continue reading WordCity Monthly, January 2021 Issue #5

Three poems by Joan McNerney, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5


  Falling   Down into dusty subterraneous passages where trains race.    Silver rods sped through dream stations transforming tunnels with bolts of blue white sparks.    On a steel car looking out the window. Careening in pitch black. On edge, through trees into lights, crashing fast against buildings.        Forgotten Like a … Continue reading Three poems by Joan McNerney, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5

Three poems by Alexander Nderitu, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5


The Moon Is Made Of Green Cheese   The moon is made of green cheese, The star of 'Titanic' was John Cleese, Canada is slightly smaller than Greece, Corn is closely related to black-eyed peas, Honey comes from birds, not bees, Elephants sometimes climb trees, Prophet Muhammed roamed the high seas, Top lawyers don't charge … Continue reading Three poems by Alexander Nderitu, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5

Group Therapy, a poem by Michael Lee Johnson, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5


Group Therapy by  Michael Lee Johnson Group Therapy   Wind chimes. It’s going to rain tonight, thunder. I’m going to lead the group tonight talking about Rational Emotive Therapy, belief challenges thought change, Dr. Albert Ellis. I’m a hero in my self-worship, self-infused patient of my pain, thoughtful, probabilistic atheism with a slant toward Jesus … Continue reading Group Therapy, a poem by Michael Lee Johnson, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5

Two Poems by Debra Black, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5


an incalculable loss   grief tumbles out of me like water spiraling, bubbling, weaving, washing over pebbles in a river bed, eroding the land and me until all that is left are enervated neurons lost in a dance of discomfort, a dance with the dead -- who are never really gone, nor never really here. … Continue reading Two Poems by Debra Black, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5

Three Poems by Chad Norman, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5


        HOW TO KNOW A SINGLE TREE   After entering a small parental forest for some reason I see an Australian desert and hear a story about a woman who sought the shade of a single tree.   I don't know if she found it.   Inside the actions of Autumn leaves … Continue reading Three Poems by Chad Norman, WordCity Monthly January 2021 Issue5