More: Literature
The tortured loneliness of poets, or, older males
But the air is growing cold. As coldas the angst of beginners. I am not that scholarship girl in chapters and parts. I keep...
Chasing the sea
The voices are inside my head. Calling to me. Speaking in ancient tongues. They talk and talk and talk. The damage is done. The...
In the big night
“What are you running away from? I’m sad too, you know. Leaving behind the only world that I’ve ever known. Scooter’s the name by...
The gravity of the lover
So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me
in deep, imaginative and resourceful ways. A cut from you was a project.
Thinking of you, staring at you,...
Virgil
I have to stop smoking so much. I think of
knitting. I think of the wool I will buy. I think of everything I will...
Starling
I never had
that kind of attention. I never received that kind of loud applause. Never
called love rapture, or, passionate. We don’t talk anymore about...
Petya Dubarova
You grew up
in Burgas. I grew up in Port Elizabeth.By the sea buzzing with bluebottles
every January. This is a kind of lamentation for thunder,...
Holden Caulfield
My
grandfather was just as handsome as Jerome David Salinger. We weren’t Jewish
though, or at least I never went to the best schools. I never...
The genius of Virginia Woolf and Vanessa Bell
Old friend,
loving sister, this is goodbye. I’m journeying once again into the wilderness,
but this time without you. I promise you that I won’t think...
Came here to forget the book thief
“You’re
misbehaving. You’re misbehaving, Emily. Go to your room. Write if you must.
Your verses.”
“I’m humming.
I’m singing. I’m happy. You should be happy for me. Seldom...