Some of the programming highlights AI, global politics, poetry, debut authors ... Local icons include Deon Meyer, Siphokazi Jonas, Antjie Krog, Khaya Dlanga, Jackie Phamotse, Dion Chang, Sven Axelrad, ...

Local icons: Deon Meyer, Siphokazi Jonas, Antjie Krog, Khaya Dlanga, Jackie Phamotse, Dion Chang, Sven Axelrad, Mpoomy Ledwaba and Reuben Riffel. International celebrated authors: Kate Mosse ...

I mean, they didn’t think that students in English seminars in the 1950s were going to be analyzing the prosody. They were writing naughty poems about Anne Boleyn. There are all kinds of ...

Poetry in the 21st century is both ubiquitous and oddly peripheral. Verses are displayed on subway walls, recited on momentous occasions, and served up in giant fonts on social media, but rarely ...

The fact that these two poems were published speaks for itself. Away the years fly as tears go by. You are not a fool to cry, you are human. Do you wish for immortality? You can’t always get ...

Were you conditioned by academia to think that love poems, short poems, funeral poems and other forms of poetry are stuffy, profound waxings on the natural world and the human condition?

Author Robert L Forbes read shared springtime poetry from his book “Let's Have a Bite: A Banquet of Beastly Rhymes” and after the event singed his books for kids. Children’s librarian ...

A bloom of English rose. “Santa Claus” by Australian poet Andrew Barton “Banjo” Peterson (1864–1941) is a funny poem that imagines a humorous scene in which a watchman tries to stop a ...

What came out? Poetry. From "Fragments of Me" They are everywhere. The fragments of me. In the closet, in the drawer, in the ceiling looking down. The fragments of me are all over the land.

To capture their experiences, Save the Children invited children from countries around the world to write short poems about COVID-19, life under lockdown, and how the pandemic has changed their lives.

The prisoned music of her deathless roses. Leans the warped and clotted plow. The moon rolls up, while far away And thin with sorrow, the sheepdog’s bay Fills the valley with lonely sound. Slow ...