Poetry that is elemental, grief-stricken, unearthly.
Poetry that forces clarity upon you about the cruelty and wonder of being alive.
A startling collection of poetry, prose-poetry and prose that resists literary colonisation.
A beautiful, profoundly moving tribute to the relationship between mother and daughter.
A fascinating and ugly collection of poetry.
These are brutal, bruised poems, like desert storms, lit with lightning strokes of beauty.
These are austere, still poems about the things embodied in words.
The Lost Arabs is a collection of cosmological, mystical poetry, a search for belonging and god in hell on earth.
Ellen van Neerven conjures magic from trauma in this fluid collection full of warmth and light.
The tradition is violation: of the land, of women, and especially black men’s bodies.