I continue to enjoy reading the poems submitted to New Coin and hope that you enjoy the selection in these pages. Please do continue to send in unpublished poems, although please do not submit more than six poems; so much material comes in that I am not able to read 10 or 20 poems by one person.
Megan van der Nest : Lizard; Ghost Town; Hogsback; The Love of Trees
Carol Leff : ancestral voice; sweet water
David Priilaid : If My Heart Were A River
Kobus Moolman : Heavy Water; Two Moons; Loxton - Karoo - Dusk; Three Trees
Gail Dendy : Moon; Teenage Pregnancy; Seascape; Writing Lesson
Lucas Zulu : When I'm alone I ...
Luisa Soares : manning road; she imagines
Ryan Eric Lamb : Calculus; Goodbye goldfish; Small Things
Liam Kruger : Tide-Died; Dead; Red Light, Green Thumb; Chink
Genna Gardini : The Snake (put it in front of me); Waitress
Dawn Garisch : Catch; City
Marelise van der Merwe : Autumn II; Blue
Mari Ballott : Untitled; One Heart
Peter Horn : Intimations of Semi-Immortality; The Cape Weather and the Five Year Plan; Summer thoughts
Ben Schermbrucker : The Country Town at Dusk; Borderland; Winter Trees; The Poem Seeks a Dancing Partner
Dudu Saki : The poet must die
David wa Maahlamela : poem to my poems; peace bomb; mayhem of interahamwe; bones of Zimbabwe
Tendai Mwanaka : What Democracy; The Canary of Our Time
John Eppel : Soap Rhymes With Hope; Bhalagwe* Blues
Anton Krueger : st petersburg; white guys can't beg; on moving house; nine notes on lisbon
Brett Beiles : Falling Off a Log; Evidence; Crossed Lines; The Blue Note
M Soga Mlandu : Last Orders; Tap in the Village
Earnest Zitha : Poet's master of words; The Blues Above
Lindsay Wagner : We sing one Song
Brent Meersman : Sonnet to the unsaid; Heroes
Paulette Coetzee : biographical symposium; silver lining; Joburg 1988; Boathouse, Burlington
Basil George : Edge of darkness
Mandy Mitchell : Hollow places; Fires; Easter 2009
Sabata-mpho Mokae : desert dunes; //kabbo; one verse of a song
Andile Ecalpar Nayika : 21 Slum Salut; The Heart Dance
The poems in Ghost Writer are portraits and stories from a speaker with a generous heart - who takes joy in seeing someone from afar with a 'hat of daffodil yellow' (and now I smile at the yellow-hatted figure strolling on the cover's beach), makes a little story from a fisherman's blown kiss to lighten a corporate lunch, watches the small gestures of the people around her and engages in the big embraces of being human. The poems are filled with insight, not the biting kind, but the tender kind that can move one from a light moment to close to tears at a touch.
I expected to have an hour alone in a coffee shop today. So, as I left the house, I reached to my teetering tower of reproachfully neglected books-for-review and grabbed Liesl Jobson's View from an Escalator to keep me company. Such good company it was! I think a good poet is one who has something to say and is able to say it well - if I were to try and make a formula for poetry it might look something like this : Art + Craft = Poetry.