New writing
Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors. Send your poetry or fiction to New Writing at skryfwerk@litnet.co.za to be considered for publication on LitNet.
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Ons Klyntji - A call for contributions
2014-05-13 Herewith a call for contributions of all creed, colour and cadence (and cadenza) toward a new edition of Ons Klyntji.Lamb (five haiku)
2014-04-17 Brilliant inner sea –His cry glides across the moon.
This mother tongue comforts me.
Morning stage
2014-04-17 The coach stopping,the dust settling,
the dew evaporating
from the cropped verge
at the roadside.
Nadia
2014-04-08 Nadia could not tell time yet. It was the stillness of the night that told her that it was already past midnight, to her a magical line between today and tomorrow. She was born at this hour, her mother always said. She was called Nadia because the stillness of the hour brought hope that the morning was approaching.Cry, South Africa
2014-04-08 "The day I saw him on televisionI knew where the leaves of democracy had fallen."
Om teen clichés te stry, te swerf en daarmee te groet
2014-04-02Die laaste sinne van my MA-skripsie wag om geskryf te word. Ek moet dus groet. Dit was groot pret en baie insiggewend om julle skryfwerk te begelei. Dit was heerlik om te sien dat daar soveel aspirantskrywers in Afrikaans en Engels skryf en stelselmatig leer om meer oorspronklik te kyk, dieper te dink en meer te lees.
Livid
2014-04-01"In Camden they brought
flowers, fags, and vodka with
a pomegranate blend
like a bludy munkey"
Oyster
2014-04-01 "The fisherman looks down to see an oyster in his netthat seems to say “Come for me. When will you come for me Saviour?”
I surrender! I climb into the river of silk
hiding the bad talent of a needle and dignified flowering bone."
Japan
2014-03-26 "Their words are as old as a telescope, fossils, totem poles,tribes, trees, Darwinism, the touch of the hands
of my paternal grandmother, antiques,
the coelacanth, the dishes that are waiting
for me in the sink, the footprint of childhood
On the beach sucking a waterfall of sea."
Entries open for third SCrIBE Scriptwriting Competition
2014-02-14 Entries open on 1 March, closing date for applications is 31 July and the top five scripts will be selected for a week-long staged reading in October, with the opportunity for discussion and feedback from the public and members of the theatre industry.Ode to the internet
2014-02-04 "Its insubstantial web cocoons the globe,in threads of gossamer. It carries
my messages of love across the seas,"
Hide and seek
2014-02-04"Hiding without a soul
unidentifiable
leaving not a breadcrumb
typing as a dumb
amplifying its thoughts
mostly on politics, religion and its Gods
The hiding troll with no soul"
Stargazer
2014-01-28"She looked up, nightly
She looked through the crystal stars
Those gossiping stars
Not giving them any attention
She looked past them, seeing only her pain
Reflected back."
The loud silence
2014-01-28"An unexpressed, swallowed roar
The confluence of a rushing water flow
Suffocated breath"
Lemon people
2014-01-21"I crouch next to her. It smells like moss and lemon verbena. I run my finger over the lemon man. He has freckles from the dust."
Safely saved
2014-01-21"In this age when sharpening a pencil has become abrasive and taking up a chisel is absurd we choose to donate our fantasies and ideologies, our conspiracies and our poetry to electronic memories."
Calm
2014-01-10"One small drop of this quiet
Falling from the dappled shade, carried by the breeze"