The Only Magic We Know is a celebration of all the poets Modjaji has published since 2004. This anthology offers a taste of the range and diversity of the poems that have appeared in the individual poets’ collections.
~No one knows how to unpeel me.~ Helen Moffett, Strange fruit
~they'll tether your tongue like they tether the geldings, but you remain unbroken mustang~ Tariro Ndoro, The dance of the mustang
~wings folded carefully. When I am half-asleep he will drip blood.~ Kerry Hammerton, The Sleepless Angel
~The silence of absence Is a great teacher I should know, for I learned a lot from Tata, Who was never there.~ Sindiwe Magona, The great learning
~Alert and ready she lay listening to life created inside her out of no graspable form and void. A new world. And she saw that it was good.~ Azila Talit Reisenberger, In the Beginning
~Her body still heavy from being home to a baby for nine months holds her feelings like a basket, full of knitting.~ Sarah Frost, Blanket
~When my father died I crossed into another country, more human than the one I'd left behind.~ Colleen Higgs, another country
~Upright Man now, we're trying, quitting nine-to-fives in pursuit of collective creativity and our colonial education is burning. It is we who are building and burning!~ Kathleho Kano Shoro, A young debriefing for Sankara
~The waves blow the mind back to the first sharp pain as hard men forced themselves in and buildings bled history into the soil of time. Now a tattered cover-girl seduces visitors to exotic destinations while the dead walk the streets,~ Phillippa Yaa de Villiers, What the dead say
~I tell myself stories, Leaving pebbles on the path so I can find my way home, one word at a time.~ Crystal Warren, Rituals
*Please note permission to quote lines from poems in this anthology was obtained directly from the publisher, as quoting poems falls under different laws than novels.