Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors. Send your poetry or fiction to Chris Brunette at email@example.com to be considered for publication on LitNet.
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Umhobe | AnthemNew writing 2018-11-07
"Lilo lodwa esithembele kulo | May our land be as pure as a dove ..."
Full circleNew writing 2018-11-06
"Her water had broken ten minutes before, but she knew there was still a lot more anguish to go through before it could get here. It. The baby."
Never going backNew writing 2018-09-06
"Thomas had given her a map. She thought that she would never be lost again. Judith loved Thomas. She also knew that he didn’t feel the same way about her. That there was no earthquake shattering him into millions of pieces when they kissed or touched each other."
The history of my insomniaNew writing 2018-09-05
"It’s been a quiet day today. Rain in the
air fresh. The streets are wet. There’s a
purity about the day."
RubyNew writing 2018-09-03
"my mind keeps you unmarred,
wrapped in comforting childhood memories of you."
Wherever the soul comes fromNew writing 2018-08-16
"We became like chameleons, and all of our winters
soon turned into summers in his hands."
Yes, you heal the ground I walk onNew writing 2018-08-16
"You heal the ground I walk on. All the quiet ..."
Please don’t think about this, loveNew writing 2018-08-16
"You’re bone-thin. Come drink a glass of
wine with me to fatten up your bones."
Fallist art (in memory of Bongani Mayosi)In memoriam 2018-08-10
"Bongani’s soul, his sister said,
was vandalised, the insults
cut him to the core, he changed,
withdrew, spoke less and less
and killed himself."
Not quite nakedNew writing 2018-08-02
"And so we stand: network of scars,
shadows of arteries and veins
pressing up beneath the surface ..."
"this year for Christmas
my household’s skinniness
won’t penetrate my skin"
HoverflyNew writing 2018-07-26
"Apparently in DRC they say:
when people clap for you,
take flight –
for you are a fly;
claps can end your life."
Cherry pickingNew writing 2018-07-19
"The fruit most likely
to wither on the vine
is the apple of your eye"
On “Young man at home 1972”New writing 2018-07-12
"Time to part with what I’ve gleaned,
pick your favourite, he said,
I’ll print it, frame it, bring it round."
Drowning on airPoësie 2018-05-31
Read a poem by Heidi Henning.
"Everything is spiraling, feathery"
A funeral at StilbaaiNew writing 2018-05-22
"He feels the warmth of the old man’s arm around his shoulders, and then the pat on his back. 'I know. The world can be a terrible place. We won’t be able to change that. But, you are prepared for it – as much as anyone can be. You will be okay if you use what you have to make it better.'"
"She knows in advance to prepare herself. She doesn’t know the face of the person she is going to speak to. Anyway, they’re anonymous. This suits her personality."
"I spit out
my mother tongue"
New Microsoft Word documentPoësie 2018-04-09
"I don’t desire our time
to be another document"