Gary Cummiskey, Jnette 2011-06-08Click on the image to see larger version. Click here to read the poem. Click here for more information about this project.
Arja Salafranca2011-06-08Inside and outside Sitting inside I type, analysing novels. I learn about the secret Muslim marriage called a sigheh, recalling seventeenth-century Persia. There’s a psychiatrist detective hero with Parkinson’s, ...
Steyn du Toit2011-06-03For the first time on the continent of Africa, new photographic works will be exhibited by Zwelethu Mthethwa, one of South Africa’s most influential contemporary artists. The exhibition, showing at the iArt Gallery in Cape Town until 29 ...
Gary Cummiskey2011-06-01Backpack We have to walk from Jo’burg to Lusaka. We don’t have passports or money – just backpacks and bottled water. And we must get there in two days’ time. Why two days, no one knows – no one ...
Gary Cummiskey2011-06-01In chains I leap down from the building into the fire. The women stand with their breasts in chains. I can’t get to collect my curry supper. The owl is going insane. This is a night of anxiety. I’m on a ...
Gary Cummiskey2011-06-01Bonfire Pour on more petrol and watch the flames leap higher. They’ll keep you warm on the night when you have no shelter and an eagle nips at the pit of your stomach. They’ll keep you warm on the night when the ...
Gary Cummiskey2011-06-01Watched/watching We were being watched by the people on the boat. We were doing things. We were sticking our fingers in each other’s brains. They were watching us as we watched the samurai on horseback race along the ...
Gary Cummiskey2011-06-01Meat: a film scenario A man was walking down the street. He went into a butchery to buy some meat. As he left, blood was trickling round his feet. The end.
Kobus Moolman2011-05-26One version of the road And the sun was behind his head And it was much later than he thought And he thought that he had nothing more to say And he did not know whether he should And he thought that he would anyway And the ...
Janet van Eeden2011-05-25Review by Janet van Eeden James Whyle’s award-winning short story is quite simply titled “The Story”. The title pre-empts the style of the narrative, which is written with a bald matter-of-factness with a ...
Réney Warrington2011-05-20I love the sprawling, poetic nature of great English literature. I love Mia Wasikowska. (And don’t tell anyone, but I am a romantic at heart. Wuthering Heights, by the other Brontë,tore me up for days. Shush.)