Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors. Send your poetry or fiction to Chris Brunette at firstname.lastname@example.org to be considered for publication on LitNet.
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ChildhoodNew writing 2020-07-02
"Visions of soft, weeping rain drenching fynbos
A lonely, cold krantz echoing baboon and jackal"
WinterNew writing 2020-07-02
"The power of a soothing, steaming
Slightly searing Epsom salts bath"
VitalityNew writing 2020-05-14
"Combining human touch and technology
The net of memory
The web of unity"
I tracked the starsNew writing 2020-05-13
"There is longitude
there is latitude
depth and circumference"
Shakespeare (The sonnets)New writing 2020-05-06
"Adorable and romantically possessed,
but with good looks no longer blessed,
he still delighted in the liveliness of progeny"
Objects of desire for Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel BasquiatNew writing 2020-03-17
"Like the sea I have chased with my mother, and like
all of these words, I am thinking of you too much."
Papaya for Rainer Maria Rilke, cold plums for meNew writing 2020-03-03
"I am finally on my own again. Flying solo. Gather this, hunt this, reward yourself with this."
If John Steinbeck had been a poet, I would have loved himNew writing 2020-02-26
"I have a certain knowledge of madness that no one else speaks of, a certain kind of madness that comes alive at midnight."
Night windNew writing 2020-02-19
"The night wind sprang up suddenly,
like a startled rat"
GriefNew writing 2020-02-19
"lit like fisherman’s lantern
Swinging in a dark sea"
Writer’s blockNew writing 2020-02-19
"a corpse deceased and silent,
it touches the wet, grey beach"
Boris PasternakNew writing 2020-02-12
"We all had feathers. Then we all had wings. Then we were shipped back home to our physical address."
White butterfliesNew writing 2020-02-05
Bleached and starched”
Giacomo LeopardiNew writing 2020-02-05
“I am Emily Dickinson’s winter revisited in Amherst-land. I am so much more aware of age and getting older than I have ever been.”
ClarissaNew writing 2020-01-28
“When I’m with Lewis, I think of you; when he yells at me, I think of you; when he hits me, I think of you, Malcolm ...”
Of sin and dreamsNew 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 ...”
Rolling milestonesNew writing 2019-12-16
“Such freedom to cut the deadlines,
Tear off the expiry dates”
MalaiseNew writing 2019-12-12
“Oh, mothers, if you could live to see
the state that your babies are in!”
Broken gangster childNew writing 2019-12-12
“I think you changed a part of me.
I think I am a little more gangster, too.”
DivaNew writing 2019-12-11
“I walked the walk with Narcissus,
effeminate, frail and self-conscious”