• Creative Things

    There is a man

    by audrey lewat – There is a man who lays in his bed at night and thinks that I could have been his saving grace. When he tosses and turns, in the early hours of the morning, he credits me to his God. Says that it is because I failed at loving him. He suggests that I caused his aches. He murmurs to himself that I am the source of his suffering. He tells anyone who would listen that he had the answer and he let it get away. In his pleas to the heavens, he mentions me by name,…

  • MOXIE Chats

    MOXIE Chats … w/ Don Calya

    Alternative, rebellious, cheeky and honest. These are all words used to describe our featured interviewee for this month, Don Calya. Full disclosure, she’s also my bb sister so I did not have to go too far to catch up with…

  • Creative Things

    The Cycles of Life

    by chosen sunflower – I would like to share with you, a few of my many names, I am Mbaliyekhethelo and it means chosen flower. I am one person with many personalities that come out when I write, draw, speak…

  • MOXIE Chats

    MOXIE Chats to … Black Amara

    by michel’le donnelly I don’t even know how to start with how excited I am to be able to share this chat with all you MOXIE readers! Perhaps I’m biased because I know Charmaine and think she is such a…

  • Creative Things

    The Japanese Flowers

    by Lily Paulus Once upon a time in a land like no other, lived three kings… Triton, Blaze and Phanes. They each had one daughter. Triton’s daughter Lily, the Princess of Water. Blaze’s daughter Lilac, the Princess of Fire and…

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    MOXIE Chats to … Black Birds Creative Arts Co.

    When I moved back to Sydney, one the first things I did was search for any shows, films, poetry slams, book clubs run by womxn of colour. FInally, after some months of searching, I stumbled upon Black Birds Creative Arts. Co. Founded…

  • MOXIE Thoughts

    Life is Unpredictable

    So I’ve been contemplating writing about my experience for some time now. I didn’t want it to be misjudged as a cry for attention but nevertheless the awareness is greater than what people think these days. At first I was…

  • Creative Things

    Alive

    By Tshepo Jamillah Moyo   You are sunshine yellow. The lightness in the air. The little bit of scent the breeze carries in spring. You’re the skirts that bellow. The glowing skin. The dreadlock that does what it wants. You’re the…