Arja Salafranca

Arja Salafranca’s debut collection of short stories, The Thin Line, was published by Modjaji Books in 2010. She has published two collections of poetry, A life Stripped of Illusions, and The Fire in Which we Burn. Her poetry is also collected in Isis X (Botsotso). She received the 2010 Dalro Award for poetry and has twice received the Sanlam Award, for fiction and poetry . She selected stories for The Edge of Things, an anthology of South African short fiction, appearing in 2011. She edits the Life supplement in The Sunday Independent and is studying toward an MA in Creative Writing at Wits University. Blog: http://arjasalafranca.blogspot.com/




Opgedateer/Updated: 2011-06-08

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From the archive: My memory: the past in six movements

Arja Salafranca Argief 2015-09-28

"Time spent writing in a dairy could be spent writing fiction, for example. And what's the point of writing all these volumes of words addressed only to me? Isn't there something self-defeating about keeping a diary?" (4.10.2004)

Wear red, play dead

Arja Salafranca 2011-08-16 Wear red, play deadThe invite said: Wear red, play dead, Put your head in a gilded cage. Come as your favourite rock star. Wear black, change your name, Buy a dress made of safety pins. Come as your favourite Disney character. ...

Wear red, play dead

Arja Salafranca 2011-08-16 Wear red, play deadThe invite said: Wear red, play dead, Put your head in a gilded cage. Come as your favourite rock star. Wear black, change your name, Buy a dress made of safety pins. Come as your favourite Disney character. ...

An apple in Munich

Arja Salafranca 2011-08-11 An apple in Munich

I think a red apple won’t be good enough.
A red apple plucked from a bowl on a luxury
river cruise liner, carried in my bag for two days.  

An apple in Munich

Arja Salafranca 2011-08-11 An apple in Munich

I think a red apple won’t be good enough.
A red apple plucked from a bowl on a luxury
river cruise liner, carried in my bag for two days.  

The elephant is unhappy

Arja Salafranca 2011-06-22 The elephant is unhappy The ground is squelchy underfoot. The elephant is unhappy. The grass sparse, wet. A dog is chained to a table. “I am on guard,” is the sign around a caravan. At the next caravan, a woman ...

The elephant is unhappy

Arja Salafranca 2011-06-22 The elephant is unhappy The ground is squelchy underfoot. The elephant is unhappy. The grass sparse, wet. A dog is chained to a table. “I am on guard,” is the sign around a caravan. At the next caravan, a woman ...

Inside and outside

Arja Salafranca 2011-06-08 Inside and outside Sitting inside I type, analysing novels. I learn about the secret Muslim marriage called a sigheh, recalling seventeenth-century Persia. There’s a psychiatrist detective hero with Parkinson’s, ...
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