Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors
"Althea’s rapist moved back in with his wife of six years in early November."
Letter to a brother in rehabPoësie 2018-02-02
"I can only think of this.
That you can’t take photographs of
Prague, your skin reads like emptinessPoësie 2018-02-02
"The mysteries of my sorrows
are like a constellation beyond
Why I blog about writing and issues of mental healthPoësie 2018-01-31
"He made careful movements
with his hands. Played a cloud study of water vapour gospel with his guitar."
Images of the strong handsome faces of menPoësie 2018-01-31
"And I was left thinking that glasses
make a face look interesting.
Even handsome. Even intelligent."
The healing roomPoësie 2018-01-25
"Moses’ forty years in the wilderness
became my own. I am a machine. A new leaf. I know
how to restore my own soul."
"Barefoot in the sunny road of my dreams, I tell myself this./ Babies cry. All babies cry."
Swimming towards emptiness on a bright summer dayPoësie 2018-01-17
be on your tongue. It will
be your mother tongue
until a replacement comes along."
Song for the dumpedPoësie 2018-01-12
"I think of you sitting down or
washing the dishes. Eating
a simple meal, never understanding
how much I love you."
The exodusPoësie 2018-01-12
"He wonders what the right
language of love is for winter guests.
How to make peace with his wife."
For Prague, city of particles and atomsPoësie 2017-12-19
"The rainfall outside my window takes upon itself
a pensive transformation. An
eternity that is filled with hope."
Social cohesion at the diving board and winter studies of the RenaissancePoësie 2017-12-13
"A cold was all around the couch.
Winter for sure when he
Burning dead things in the concrete junglePoësie 2017-12-13
"The letters I wrote
to you. I had to erase all
memory of conversation."
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"