Ferdi Wheeler

Ferdi Wheeler

Ferdi is in 1955 in Kroonstad gebore en het in 2011 afgetree as die Vrystaatse Provinsiale Argivaris. Hy skryf kortverhale, gedigte en professionele artikels in Afrikaans en Engels. Sedert 1976 woon hy in Bloemfontein. 

Bible story

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2020-08-14

"Now, my Prince, I can hear your chariots
thundering towards the once sublime city
you left behind, and I tremble, my Prince"

Die portret

Ferdi Wheeler Fiksie 2020-08-13

"Die tydverdryf word onderbreek toe Nalin tot my verbasing lui-lui in my ry afgestap kom en terstond een van die oop sitplekke in die middel aan die oorkant kies om te gaan sit. Wat sou háár makeer?"

Tercet for Kieva

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2020-07-06

"at a delicate and fragile eighty
she still wears mascara
lavender and lace"

Op vlug

Ferdi Wheeler Fiksie 2020-05-27

"Parkstasie, Johannesburg, wemel van die malende menigte wat wag om aan boord die ronkende busse te gaan, maar, anders as die ronddraaiendes, stap sy in ’n reguit lyn tussen hulle deur. Haar lyf is gespanne en die kennetjie is vorentoe gestoot. Sy systap die dralende skare met die geringste voetwerk." 

Shakespeare (The sonnets)

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2020-05-06

"Adorable and romantically possessed,
but with good looks no longer blessed,
he still delighted in the liveliness of progeny"

Night wind

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2020-02-19

"The night wind sprang up suddenly,
like a startled rat"

Writer’s block

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2020-02-19

"a corpse deceased and silent,
it touches the wet, grey beach"

Of sin and dreams

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2020-01-20

“He would never enter the hellhole of a bookmaker’s betting room. So, he would never see how amicably people like old Jonathan were received in the betting room ...”

Malaise

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2019-12-12

“Oh, mothers, if you could live to see
the state that your babies are in!”

Diva

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2019-12-11

“I walked the walk with Narcissus,
effeminate, frail and self-conscious”

Hemingway

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2019-12-09

“soul companion of the warrior race,
befitting of a brazen brotherhood”

Disgust

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2019-11-06

“Mr Hicks cursed and stormed out into the reception room and said, sir, what is the problem, sir? He summed the stranger up and said, I know your sort. I have been taken in by your sort before, and then he ordered Fiona to call Sergeant Marais.”

Die Groot Garibaldi

Ferdi Wheeler Fiksie 2019-06-21

"Shortie los sy voet en spring op sy rug. Die lug ontplof uit sy longe en deur sy bibberende lippe en hy krul ineen. Die man is mal. Dit was al die tyd ’n lokval van ’n psigopaat, flits dit deur sy brein."

Bloed

Ferdi Wheeler Fiksie 2019-05-06

"Suster Ana vind dit moeilik om met haar seer heup naby hom te kom. Sy word deur die groep uitgestoot tot sy uiteindelik aan die buitekring staan, met die biskop in die middel. Sy deel nie in die gejubel van die lidmate nie. Haar gesig is strak."

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