Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors
All earsPoësie 2017-12-05
"One aspect of freedom is
access to different views
to listen is to exercise such freedom"
Young German woman with the graceful neckFiksie 2017-12-01
"His silence was like the steep stone folds of a mountain. She remained unseen. A quiet peaceful sea that had lost its roaring voice."
"In Knysna, his elderly parents were getting a divorce. His sister was moving house to London with her daughters and accountant husband. Yes, everybody they knew was moving up in the world. He met Nick in Tampa."
"in a seeming miracle of survival
a land where the rushing waterfall plummets into the Zambezi"
Forty years after dawnNew writing 2017-08-17
"State plans still dressed in torn overalls of parliament
Bullet speaks louder than ballot"
QuarantineNew writing 2017-07-21
"Something is birthing
a nameless malady ..."
The revolution starts on the farmsNew writing 2017-03-13
"The grandchildren’s mouths battling to form the words
they have unlearned Afrikaans
they do not know the somersaults the tongue can perform with the Taal"
Dad's carNew writing 2017-02-10
"On my way to work this morning, I drove behind
an old Jaguar, the same one Dad had mentioned
was his dream car."
DrumbeatNew writing 2017-02-10
"... the drumbeat
will remind you of the debt
of being awake."
I thought it was youNew writing 2016-11-25
"... my eyes were tired
from the glare of dark men"
screensaverNew writing 2016-11-25
"I choose a leatherback
with whimsical face
that turtles are our myth"
under the bridgeNew writing 2016-11-25
"and the footsteps of the people with jobs
hurrying past the sleepers"
Karin Schimke on a writing workshop in StanfordNew writing 2016-11-08
"[Y]es, just about anyone can write, often must write – it’s an urge, a need. Anyone can put words on paper to give expression to something."
Saying Good-byeNew writing 2016-09-21
"the cloud-mark of your plane
leaves its path of entrails
across our continent ..."
Roman rockNew writing 2016-09-14
"And there, before it levels out
to pebbles, sand, more gulls, crushed shells,
the nasturtiums spread their green-and-spice ..."
The guestsNew writing 2016-09-14
"Not many visitors come to the farm,
but the sudden rain has charmed
a festival of frogs out of the mud ..."
That SaturdayNew writing 2016-09-13
"I was only eight when we moved into this apartment. That was five years ago. I remember being excited at the thought of living in a new place."
hier, die land | here, this landPoësie 2016-09-07
"jy is ons ineenryger van asem
jy is ons ineensnoerder van stem
jy is ons ineen alomheen"
If you arriveNew writing 2016-09-06
"If you arrive at my window ..."
The BeggarNew writing 2016-08-18
"His lips mouth the word 'Please'."