New writing

Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors. Send your poetry or fiction to Chris Brunette at litnetskryfwerk@gmail.com to be considered for publication on LitNet.

Please note that work previously published in print or on any online media platform will not be considered for selection.

 

The sun

Abigail George Poësie 2019-02-19

"Love can fill you up, up, up.
Spit you out, out, out."

The adoption

Etienne Lombard Fiksie 2019-02-19

"The doctor suddenly looked up from his phone. His face had turned red. He started to walk towards the clubhouse, and then suddenly turned around and walked towards Gareth, facing him. They stood facing each other." 

Three poems by Abigail George

Abigail George Poësie 2019-02-06

"Look at the winter leaf. Look at how it gathers
under your bedroom window. Look at the
arrangement of light as it falls on this cool
as spring Monday afternoon."

First Impressions

Sundeeka Mungroo New writing 2019-01-30

"He never did text me. Charlie, I mean. We went on as if the kiss had never happened."

“Time” writing competition: Interview with Rethabile Sindi

Rethabile Sindi, Naomi Meyer, Naomi Bruwer Onderhoude 2019-01-24

"I take Afrikaans as home language. Being the only black student in my class I wanted to highlight what makes me stand out in a crowd."

Kyle Allan appointed editor of New Coin

LitNet New writing 2018-12-07

"Kyle also plans to build a stronger media presence for New Coin; to feature forgotten or under-rated poets from the past; and to publish poetry from other South African languages in English translation."

Umhobe | Anthem

Anelisa Matika New writing 2018-11-07

"Lilo lodwa esithembele kulo | May our land be as pure as a dove ..."

Full circle

Sundeeka Mungroo New 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 back

Abigail George New 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 insomnia

Abigail George New 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."

Ruby

Ashraf Booley New writing 2018-09-03

"my mind keeps you unmarred,
wrapped in comforting childhood memories of you."

Wherever the soul comes from

Abigail George New 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 on

Abigail George New writing 2018-08-16

"You heal the ground I walk on. All the quiet ..."

Please don’t think about this, love

Abigail George New 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)

Marlene van Niekerk In memoriam 2018-08-10

"Bongani’s soul, his sister said,
was vandalised, the insults
(sell-outcoconut)
cut him to the core, he changed,
withdrew, spoke less and less
and killed himself."

Not quite naked

Ruth Loewenthal New writing 2018-08-02

"And so we stand: network of scars,
shadows of arteries and veins
pressing up beneath the surface ..."

present

Jemima Meyer Poësie 2018-08-02

"this year for Christmas
my household’s skinniness
won’t penetrate my skin"

Hoverfly

Jemima Meyer New 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 picking

Jemima Meyer New 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”

Marlene van Niekerk 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."

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