Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors
The Tussle Between Patience And PoliteNew writing 2016-02-23
"Hey you, Patience, I know you are in there."
Do You Know Bulawayo?New writing 2016-02-23
"They were telling them that the moment
one saw the words 'Welcome to Bulawayo',
the city's appeal greeted one warmly."
Vladimir NabokovNew writing 2016-02-10
"Remainders of the day
locked away inside the
health of a scientific sun."
New writing: The break-upNew writing 2016-02-02
"It was in this moment that I realised that I was missing something vital in this whole set-up. That there was a silence between us as well."
Vonani BilaNew writing 2016-01-27
"Only do this I tell myself.
Write a poem for yourself.
That narrative is interspersed
With both despair and hope."
Virginia Woolf’s River Ouse (an experimental poem in eleven haiku)New writing 2015-12-21
"Search Woolf’s voyage out ..."
Paris, FranceNew writing 2015-11-25
"You threw me away./ Said you were tired."
Second-hand bookstore, Cape TownNew writing 2015-11-17
"He wonders – how whole worlds can be buckled into suitcases or taped into wine cartons."
KnysnaNew writing 2015-11-06
"I’ve abandoned this poem/ to watch a kite weighted/ by a flower pot/ inhale and exhale"
Protest?New writing 2015-11-06
"the morning bulges/ with sparked green light"
Hani, Malema, Ramaphosa, ZumaNew writing 2015-11-06
An experimental poem in twelve haiku
Julius MalemaNew writing 2015-11-06
"Malema, my Noah’s Ark./ My Jonah’s Whale./ The Johannesburg people’s patriarch./ My country of ice cream."
The tale of the merboy and the motherNew writing 2015-10-30
"The merboy seemed heavier, his breathing was slow, steady,/ his wide eyes fixed skywards – snagged by a full moon."
DroughtNew writing 2015-10-30
"existence stifles, drawing thick breath/ heaven has stripped to its underwear"
23 October 2015, South AfricaNew writing 2015-10-27
"I remembered/ Bantu education./ Hector Pieterson./ Youth taking to the streets."
A moth, quiveringPoësie 2015-10-19
"Desperately/ He distorted his vision/ And read between edges/ His eyes began to bleed."
A silver fish swallowed my motherPoësie 2015-10-16
"White, like the fishermen’s cottages in her favourite tapestry of the Sardinian Sea."
What is preventing linguistic cross-pollination?Books and writers 2015-09-16
On UWC Creates and the lack of literary translations from and into other indigenous languages.
To see a psyche rentNew writing 2015-06-26
"a psyche which is rent ..."
These networksNew writing 2015-06-24
"Of our perception – the wheezing, the binary beating ..."