New writing

Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors

Starboy

Abigail George Fiksie 2018-02-20

"Althea’s rapist moved back in with his wife of six years in early November."

Letter to a brother in rehab

Abigail George Poësie 2018-02-02

"I can only think of this.
That you can’t take photographs of
your healing."

Prague, your skin reads like emptiness

Abigail George Poësie 2018-02-02

"The mysteries of my sorrows
are like a constellation beyond
the trees."

Why I blog about writing and issues of mental health

Abigail George Poësie 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 men

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-31

"And I was left thinking that glasses
make a face look interesting.
Even handsome. Even intelligent."

The healing room

Abigail George Poësie 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."

Stigma

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-25

"Barefoot in the sunny road of my dreams, I tell myself this./ Babies cry. All babies cry."

Swimming towards emptiness on a bright summer day

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-17

"Emptiness will
be on your tongue. It will
be your mother tongue
until a replacement comes along."

Song for the dumped

Abigail George Poësie 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 exodus

Abigail George Poësie 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 atoms

Abigail George Poësie 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 Renaissance

Abigail George Poësie 2017-12-13

"A cold was all around the couch.
Winter for sure when he
left."

Burning dead things in the concrete jungle

Abigail George Poësie 2017-12-13

"The letters I wrote
to you. I had to erase all
memory of conversation."

All ears

Sunelle Geyer Poësie 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 neck

Abigail George Fiksie 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."

Tampa

Abigail George Fiksie 2017-11-29

"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."

Zimbabwe

Heidi Henning Poësie 2017-11-23

"in a seeming miracle of survival
a land where the rushing waterfall plummets into the Zambezi"

Forty years after dawn

Mbizo Chirasha New writing 2017-08-17

"State plans still dressed in torn overalls of parliament
Bullet speaks louder than ballot"

Quarantine

Heidi Henning New writing 2017-07-21

"Something is birthing
a nameless malady ..."

The revolution starts on the farms

Clinton V du Plessis New 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"

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