New writing
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The Exploding Trousers – Part II
2011-11-16 “Dude,” said a voice that seemed to be coming through a plastic megaphone, “dude, wake up!’ Hilton Ellis opened an eye, and was rewarded with a sideways-on view of the gopher, Rory, of course: standing over his bed.
The Exploding Trousers – Part III
2011-11-16 The picture was blurred at first, but gained in clarity as his eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light. It was a black-and-white line drawing, or an etching perhaps, in the style of illustrations in Victorian adventure stories.
Book extract: Bad Sex (1)
2011-11-15 I approach the door of Anna Brink’s rooms in Observatory, Johannesburg, in which her clean-cut therapy chamber is located. I’ve been here before, on a couple of occasions when life – relationships and marriage – got too hot to handle. She knows me well. In fact, she’s like an old friend. I know that, once Anna opens the door, we will go immediately left, into her refuge for the talking wounded.
The Exploding Trousers – Part I
2011-11-02 “There we are, then,” Sandy said, standing back to examine his handiwork.Hilton Ellis had been making an attempt to learn his lines, and he hadn’t noticed the transformation that had been taking place in the mirror under the make-up guy’s subtly flitting fingers. He looked up to find Adolf Dorkman, Mombasa pirate, scourge of the East coast and greasy B-movie sub-plot bad guy, staring bellicosely back at him.
Book extract: Bad Sex (2)
2011-10-11 It was then that I awakened to the fact that Sabina wouldn’t put up with my “poor attitude”.’‘Right, as you pointed out just now,’ says Anna.
The duvet
2011-09-02 The duvet has the brown stainof cat’s paw, of general outside spaces
brought inside along with a dead bird, perhaps,
Jazz song
2011-09-02 Jazz song The saxophone segues into a room simmering with strangers: its notes are bricks, constructing shelter. Leaning into a bench corner he swallows down a melancholy beer, lets his eye slide from under his worn checked cap. His gaze elides ...
Lebohang Nova Masango’s "To Do List for Africa"
2011-09-01 The Word n Sound Bassline Series showcases a hand picked spectrum of word and sound creativity currently pushing the bar and going against the grain within the South African music and creative scene.
First chapter: Bitter Pill
2011-08-23 Bitter Pill Author: Peter Church ISBN: 9781920137359 Price: R165.95 Click here to buy a copy from Kalahari.net. The Pick-up Ten to ten in the Mother City, and the bars on the Claremont strip are a blur of action, booming ...
First chapter: Bitter Pill
2011-08-23 Bitter Pill Author: Peter Church ISBN: 9781920137359 Price: R165.95 Click here to buy a copy from Kalahari.net. The Pick-up Ten to ten in the Mother City, and the bars on the Claremont strip are a blur of action, booming ...
Wear red, play dead
2011-08-16 Wear red, play deadThe invite said: Wear red, play dead, Put your head in a gilded cage. Come as your favourite rock star. Wear black, change your name, Buy a dress made of safety pins. Come as your favourite Disney character. ...
Wear red, play dead
2011-08-16 Wear red, play deadThe invite said: Wear red, play dead, Put your head in a gilded cage. Come as your favourite rock star. Wear black, change your name, Buy a dress made of safety pins. Come as your favourite Disney character. ...
An apple in Munich
2011-08-11 An apple in MunichI think a red apple won’t be good enough.
A red apple plucked from a bowl on a luxury
river cruise liner, carried in my bag for two days.
An apple in Munich
2011-08-11 An apple in MunichI think a red apple won’t be good enough.
A red apple plucked from a bowl on a luxury
river cruise liner, carried in my bag for two days.
Song of the JuJu man
2011-07-14 Song of the JuJu man The pale thieves, the pale murderers They must go The pale ones must leave They must take everything they brought with them Roll up the roads and the telephone wires Coil up the cables of our knowledge The ...
Song of the JuJu man
2011-07-14 Song of the JuJu man The pale thieves, the pale murderers They must go The pale ones must leave They must take everything they brought with them Roll up the roads and the telephone wires Coil up the cables of our knowledge The ...