Shorty's Poems

<p>Drinking outside Hells Kitchen one warm Johannesburg evening after a respectable amount of beer a pint-sized street urchin bounced across the sidewalk and asked if we'd like to hear some poetry.</p><p>"Why not?" we laughed. This was different. No outright begging. As a writer myself I respected the effort being made.</p><p>Then she recited her poetry and I suddenly understood what real writing sounded like.</p><p>I was so impressed I decided to publish her work.</p><p>Treat yourself. Read these poems. Let them reach inside and tug on strings you never knew you had.</p><p>Welcome to life on the colourful streets of Melville Johannesburg.</p><p>All digital royalties and all proceeds from the sale of local paperbacks go to Shorty. I'm not taking a cent.</p>