The reason I am writing this is to help someone who is in the same situation where I found myself eighteen years ago so they can...
Perfume. Coming back to you. Half of my life’s work so far has been written in the vein of tragedy and when I have tried to...
I owe people money and I am writing again. I must tell you. I love you my darling. I hope that you are not lonely. I...
I am a martyr. My blood twitching in my flesh, every bone, platelet and cell. I know my voice now. It is a claw. It will...
I plunge into the sudden glare of fury, hysteria and trepidation. There is a primal scream inside each of my hypomanic brain cells.
So all I see is young artists and they ask me how they can publish their work, how they can become better writers? It has nothing...
Journal entry In these early days Assia Wevill needs proof.
Let us tell ghost stories. Jonker is a ghost of her former self, but she is still in the land of the living — a tragic...
Poetry always smelled like spring dirt to me. In the distance, the future imagined like clockwork. Chronic pain is always both an illusion and reiterated. Repetition...
When you are a manic-depressive, you are married to the unction of your fears.