Myesha Jenkins integrates life experience into concise, witty poetry that provokes and inspires. Visible in the Johannesburg poetry scene for the last ten years, she launched her second collection, Dreams of Flightat the UKZN’s International Festival in 2011. Her work has been featured in We Are (ed. Natalia Molebatsi, Penguin 2009), Isis X (Botsotso Publishing 2005), and Baobab Journal. She co-founded the all-female, Feela Sistah Spoken Word Collective and Jozi House of Poetry monthly sessions. She also contributed to the Arts for Humanity’s Children’s Rights Exhibit, collaborating with the visual artist, Louise Almond. (www.mbokodoawards.co.za)
In Dreams of Flight (Geko publishing October 2011), Myesha Jenkins takes the reader on a journey of sensuality, memory and resilience. This is her second collection of poetry and reflects her keen storytelling ability and hard-hitting, concise writing style. Her language is simple, emotional and descriptive allowing the reader to easily engage with her words. Written over a six year period, this work reveals the growth and insights of a woman who is comfortable with herself but willing to explore and expand into new dimensions – Geko Publishing
“You will find yourself in these poems,” says Jenkins, “I did.”
Sardo Dance is a new poetry anthology from Natalia Molebatsi. The launch takes place at the UNISA art gallery this Saturday. Natalia has perfomed on stages across Africa and the world, and the launch will feature performances from her, as well as special guests Lesego Rampolokeng and Napo Masheane, amongst others.
“While Molebatsi’s poetry is critical and often condemning of the poor status of women and the manner in which society treats them, she is also celebratory of women and envisions a future society… Catch the poet if you can: read her words, welcome her offering because maybe, just maybe, she is telling your own story.”
– Makhosazana Xaba
“Sardo Dance portrays the lives of women and men fully and justly. This is the voice of a poet who refuses to be shaped from ‘a spare bone’ … By looking unflinchingly at “every unfading shadow,” the lines of these poems do not evade the pain of their subjects, but also do not reduce them only to their pain…”