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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"Barefoot in the sunny road of my dreams, I tell myself this./ Babies cry. All babies cry."
Swimming towards emptiness on a bright summer dayPoësie 2018-01-17
be on your tongue. It will
be your mother tongue
until a replacement comes along."
Song for the dumpedPoësie 2018-01-12
"I think of you sitting down or
washing the dishes. Eating
a simple meal, never understanding
how much I love you."
The exodusPoësie 2018-01-12
"He wonders what the right
language of love is for winter guests.
How to make peace with his wife."
For Prague, city of particles and atomsPoësie 2017-12-19
"The rainfall outside my window takes upon itself
a pensive transformation. An
eternity that is filled with hope."
Social cohesion at the diving board and winter studies of the RenaissancePoësie 2017-12-13
"A cold was all around the couch.
Winter for sure when he
Burning dead things in the concrete junglePoësie 2017-12-13
"The letters I wrote
to you. I had to erase all
memory of conversation."
All earsPoësie 2017-12-05
"One aspect of freedom is
access to different views
to listen is to exercise such freedom"
Young German woman with the graceful neckFiksie 2017-12-01
"His silence was like the steep stone folds of a mountain. She remained unseen. A quiet peaceful sea that had lost its roaring voice."
"In Knysna, his elderly parents were getting a divorce. His sister was moving house to London with her daughters and accountant husband. Yes, everybody they knew was moving up in the world. He met Nick in Tampa."
"in a seeming miracle of survival
a land where the rushing waterfall plummets into the Zambezi"
Forty years after dawnNew writing 2017-08-17
"State plans still dressed in torn overalls of parliament
Bullet speaks louder than ballot"
QuarantineNew writing 2017-07-21
"Something is birthing
a nameless malady ..."
The revolution starts on the farmsNew writing 2017-03-13
"The grandchildren’s mouths battling to form the words
they have unlearned Afrikaans
they do not know the somersaults the tongue can perform with the Taal"
Dad's carNew writing 2017-02-10
"On my way to work this morning, I drove behind
an old Jaguar, the same one Dad had mentioned
was his dream car."
DrumbeatNew writing 2017-02-10
"... the drumbeat
will remind you of the debt
of being awake."
I thought it was youNew writing 2016-11-25
"... my eyes were tired
from the glare of dark men"
screensaverNew writing 2016-11-25
"I choose a leatherback
with whimsical face
that turtles are our myth"
under the bridgeNew writing 2016-11-25
"and the footsteps of the people with jobs
hurrying past the sleepers"
Karin Schimke on a writing workshop in StanfordNew writing 2016-11-08
"[Y]es, just about anyone can write, often must write – it’s an urge, a need. Anyone can put words on paper to give expression to something."