Litnet

"Each number the sum of the two before
Seen in spirals of shells on the seashore"

"We’re on my three-seater couch, but the two of you are huddled on the left. Leaning back, I watch you reveal what you think is hidden." This short story was completed during the Kommadagga workshop and residency at Paulet House in KwaNojoli in the Eastern Cape. The workshop was presented by the Jakes Gerwel Foundation in cooperation with LitNet and Huisgenoot.

"Looking back, these memories remind us that life was woven together by simple rituals, laughter, and tradition. They are treasures of yesteryear, still alive in our hearts, teaching us to value the heritage that shaped us."

"The driver was a youthful man with a very hairy back, which I could see through the slight space his shirt left. Thobani was the guy’s name. He was cool. Very hairy, but very cool." This short story was completed during the Kommadagga workshop and residency at Paulet House in KwaNojoli in the Eastern Cape. The workshop was presented by the Jakes Gerwel Foundation in cooperation with LitNet and Huisgenoot.

"The clockmaker watched him, unreadable. 'Back? There is no back. You stared into your clock. Time stared back. You were chosen.'"

"They could tell us of legends
of times long past
Of love, life and laughter
echoed in a universe vast..."

"A town not in a hurry.
Architecture whispers
like a scene from a Victorian film."

"I am from extraordinary ancestral cloth, woven from true love and kindness.
Childhood laughter a song I still hear."

"It’s where love is captured
Where dreams come true
Create many memories
They’ll bring happiness to you"

"I can hear the choir sing
While I’m dressed in Sunday best.
To say my last goodbye"

"For Henry each day is an initiation,
a new door to a mystery,
the grandeur of the Silbersteins
and Welgevonden’s history."

Die LitNet-redaksie nooi mense uit om vir ons te skryf oor dinge in die lewe wat gek is. Dit kan oor enigiets gaan: hoe absurd die prys van brood is, of hoe snaaks dit lyk as sekere mans snorre kweek, of watter regerings aan bewind is, of hoe vergesog dit is wat in verskillende wêrelddele aan die gang is – of net eenvoudig iets snaaks, ’n onverwagse of humoristiese staaltjie wat jy met die res van ons lesers wil deel. 

"Goodnight, the boy whispers to the sun,
not understanding farewell."

"When cartographers come to study us,
they’ll find no clear borders, no legend
to decode the ways, we have merged."

"Inside this device
Numbers of people and lies"

"bred barefoot
to stagger over the shards
of yesteryear’s looking glass,"

"The year of the Master’s Resurrection and Ascension.
His call, as the Thunderous Sounds of the Apocalypse."

"An uninterrupted meeting of the minds,
Discussing thoughts, anecdotes 
From the mother branches"

"The makeshift stage is artfully suited to both the tricks of high office and the gambols of farce, often indistinguishably."

"So simple in its stream:
straight forward."