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...
The talented scribe: Everybody has to grow up sometime
Whenever disaster strikes me in my world,
I think of home (home as sanctuary, soft place to fall in flight, and
adrenaline rush), or I go...
Pushcart Nominated Wash Away My Sins
We never did get around to building the
swimming pool in our backyard that my wife and I often spoke about. We said it
would be...
Orpheus
It is the worst feeling in the world when
you are rejected by a man, any man, but when it is the love of your...
What they say about first impressions
In my family, the men are in a league of their own. They are
authoritative, speak their mind, they’re elders in the church, patriarchal.
Politics has...
Best of the Net nominated essay: “Secrets”
So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me in deep, imaginative and raw
ways. A cut from you was a project. Thinking of you, staring at...
The mulatto
I’ll leave the pain for tomorrow. Won’t
even think about it until tomorrow. That is, if tomorrow ever comes. So, I walk
in the present, barefoot,...
Research into gender-bias and class, the Khoi, the grief of the mulatto
Other races in South Africa see us as clowns. They have always seen us
as clowns or interlopers and whose fault is that? Again, and...