The Imagined Journals of Sylvia Plath
The page frees me in a sense, in ways I cannot describe. I write and that is my life. I am a mother and...
Psychosis
There is a torment in waiting for the psychosis to break. You can never heal completely from that wreck. I...
The Woman With Two Shadows
To the scenic world at large that are still suffering in silence, I say, break the silence; add a visible, outspoken voice. There are...
A Bipolar Self-Portrait
The reason I am writing this is to help someone who is in the same situation where I found myself eighteen years ago, so...
In Praise of the Sleeping Woman as a Prophet -Part 2
Can we take violence from the magical design in the beauty of rain? The violence that we find within ourselves, on...
Blood Knot: Sleeping Woman as a Prophet, Part 1
I will not smile because that is not what attracts you to me. Instead it is fire. Instead it is sitting in the school...
A Scrapbook of Vignettes: Africa Where Art Thou
It is very hard to fall in love with something and give yourself over to it completely. Why do I write? I pay attention...
Illusion Written on the Body: Manic Depression
There is nothing lost in translation when coming home to the mock wife playing house, moving furniture around just for the sake of it....
Hey, Lolita Hey
We hope for a cultural, for a spiritual awakening amongst the Coloured race, the mulatto. They devote themselves not to the pursuit of family...
The Culture Shock of War and Peace
As waves steeped in the history of riverbeds break gently against the shoreline so does the memory of war. Flummoxed soldiers march on towards...