Letting Go
Written by Cody Collins It was so simple before we met. It was as if catastrophe was my shadow. It was made in stone. It was set. I...
The Creatives Behind The Work
Was born and raised in the City of Cape Town. He is an aspiring performance-maker and multidisciplinary artist who expresses his creativity through poetry, acting and dancing. First introduced to drama by Assitej SA in his primary school years, he has fallen in love with the craft since. Blooming his dance career at a later time than the norm, Freddy has competed in both regional competitions as well as on a national scale and received a noteworthy number of medals. He has appeared in RIky Rick’s Sidlukotini music video, been a backup dancer for singer Rowlene Bosman and performed at the Artscape and Magnet Theatre, among others. He is currently pursuing a BA Theatre and Performance degree, specialising in Theatre-making, at the University of Cape Town.
“Every day it gets a little easier… But you gotta do it every day — that's the hard part. But it does get easier.”
Written by Cody Collins It was so simple before we met. It was as if catastrophe was my shadow. It was made in stone. It was set. I...
Written by Hannah Tayla She smelled of cigarettes and mothballs, mingled with the undercurrents of unisex perfume. Saliva outlined the...
The only flaw I know, is the one on the inside letting you think there’s one on the outside.
Written by Hannah Tayla What is it that makes her special? Is it the galaxies within her eyes? Or the worlds held in between her thighs? ...
A young man is wondering on the hillside. He has a basket in hand, and he is looking for something's he's forgotten.
At the age of sixteen everyone gets teleported into a small room.
Written by Freddy Nyezi these are the thighs that rub against each other. they fight over which one he’ll kiss and climb first. they...
Mirror Mirror is a short poem about finding peace within your reflection
Written by Freddy Nyezi I turned the lights off and My mind was dark. I waded through the sand dune And my heart was heavy. I heard the...
We are all fighting our own battles. Some of us need space, other’s need comfort but whatever it may be, it’s okay to not be okay.
Do what you gotta do!
The norm shows us that plastic pollution continues to increase. How do I change that? By thinking outside the plastic box.
A poem about how we tend to wear our emotions on our sleeve, without realizing we have the power over our passions, thoughts and behavior.
A short poem recalling the sweetness of being young.
This is a continuation of "The 8th Hour: Part One"
A story about someone who lost their loved one, in which internally lost site of themselves.
We are woman. Not your property.
It comes and it goes. But when will it stay away?