Janet Frame
This is me. The voices are inside my head. Calling to me. Speaking in ancient tongues. They talk and talk and talk. The damage...
The Journey Is The Destination
I spent last year listening to Dr Jordan Peterson, the Canadian clinical psychologist on repeat. So far, it has changed my life, led to...
The Art Of Communication: God, Intervention And The Divine Space
The more consistent we are at being kind to ourselves, kinder to the natural environment and the more loving we are to ourselves and...
What Happened To The Rainbow Dream?
When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered, I was senseless and ignorant, I was a beast before you. Psalm 73: 21-22
South African...
Advice From A Mother, Missive To A Writer Father and Excerpt From A Book Forthcoming
E-V-E-R-L-A-S-T-I-N-G. It could be a poem/or testimony/or the start of a new beginning. Or an extract from the introduction to "The Overcomers". All I...
Tears: The Water Diary, How To Live Alone And Be Inspired By Murakami
I hated learning how to drive. It didn't mean the gateway of indepence for me. The driving lesson filled me with anxiety and impending...
Memoir Of A Renaissance And The Powers Of Silence In A Letter
Everything is so environmental these days in my life. I am cold even if it is summer outside. It's summer now. I have been...
The Poet, Young Galaxies Beyond The Baobab And My Parents Love Story That Involved A Lost White Glove
What does it feel like to be a wife, to have a spouse, to live in a large, spacious house, to have that sedan...
Overthinking: When I Am Not Writing I think Of South End, Gqeberha
I went to the people closest to me. My mother's response was, "ask your father." As it is, as it was, always, so, I...
StoryTime: The Aspirant Novelist, the Gqeberha Filmmaker And The History Of Light In November
I water my plants when I come home. Snip off a dead leaf. My mother heard the key in the door. She calls out...