The Reward of Having a Revolutionary Spirit
I’ve made
mistakes. More than a few. I haven’t always apologised for my behaviour, for
the mistakes I made, the wrong journey I took, the path...
Sola Osofisan’s masterpiece ‘Blood Will Call’: A bowl of green apples, and a book review
"And as imagination
bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shapes
and gives to airy nothing; a local habitation and...
Stanley Kubrick visionary-filmmaker and the journals of Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita
Losing pieces of your identity already in childhood.
At the end of every pilgrimage in my childhood, there was a line that
was always a painful...
Asking for forgiveness, fixing pain and the language of blood
There’s alchemy in daily prayer when you release that element of the
weariness of the world. Humanity when you witness the profound harm that human
beings...
The prophets who will awaken someone else, and theology standing on its own
Smiley missed his mother’s touch and her kisses, which felt like the
smooth, ruffling of feathers. She worked as a domestic worker what people where
he...
The imagined journal entries of Sylvia Plath nearing the end of her life
The page frees me in a sense, in a way I can’t describe. I write and
that’s my life. I am a mother and a...
A lesson in Naomi Wolf’s promiscuities and an open space where poetry matters
Shut the door. Shut out the quiet light. Tell yourself to swim away from
the tigers with arms pillars of smoke. One day I will...
The way out of apartheid South Africa
Miss Gilbey taught Speech and Drama. Every Friday afternoon as the car
speeded down the highway en route to her studio cum house I would...
Relationship
Elijah, you are a
beautiful book. Just an imprint burned on my brain like a ghost. I miss you
more than most on some days, just...
Things of the past, things of the future
There are so many
things going through Gail’s head at this point in time. By the sea, part
natural, part supernatural, it spits driftwood out in...