New writing

Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors. Send your poetry or fiction to Chris Brunette at 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.



Jemima Meyer Poësie 2018-08-02

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


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."

Drowning on air

Heidi Henning Poësie 2018-05-31

Read a poem by Heidi Henning.


Heidi Henning Poësie 2018-05-31

"Everything is spiraling, feathery"

A funeral at Stilbaai

Christof Heyns New 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.'"


Abigail George Fiksie 2018-05-04

"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."


Jemima Meyer Poësie 2018-04-18

"I spit out
my mother tongue"

New Microsoft Word document

Jemima Meyer Poësie 2018-04-09

"I don’t desire our time
to be another document"

funeral wishes

Jemima Meyer Poësie 2018-04-03

"don’t cry
honour the pride of my life
by joining in when they dance and sing"


Jemima Meyer Poësie 2018-03-28

"With you I stopped thinking
about Adam and Eve
and their fig leaves."


Abigail George Fiksie 2018-02-20

"Althea’s rapist moved back in with his wife of six years in early November."

Letter to a brother in rehab

Abigail George Poësie 2018-02-02

"I can only think of this.
That you can’t take photographs of
your healing."

Prague, your skin reads like emptiness

Abigail George Poësie 2018-02-02

"The mysteries of my sorrows
are like a constellation beyond
the trees."

Why I blog about writing and issues of mental health

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-31

"He made careful movements
with his hands. Played a cloud study of water vapour gospel with his guitar."

Images of the strong handsome faces of men

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-31

"And I was left thinking that glasses
make a face look interesting.
Even handsome. Even intelligent."

The healing room

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-25

"Moses’ forty years in the wilderness
became my own. I am a machine. A new leaf. I know
how to restore my own soul."


Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-25

"Barefoot in the sunny road of my dreams, I tell myself this./ Babies cry. All babies cry."

Swimming towards emptiness on a bright summer day

Abigail George Poësie 2018-01-17

"Emptiness will
be on your tongue. It will
be your mother tongue
until a replacement comes along."