Literatures

Dr Raphael d’Abdon was born in Udine (Italy) and lives in Pretoria (South Africa). He is a writer, scholar, spoken word poet, editor and translator, and the author of three collections of poems, sunnyside...

where the wind begins a grandmother shrugs empires off her back their fall like hail on frosted fields the noise that chased us stops bliss the sound of now we have arrived to this land with no strangers brought by the prayers...

It’s well that things should stir inconsequentially around me like this patina of shadow, flicker, whisper, so that I can be still. * I write things down to show others later or to show myself that I am not alone with my experience. * “With” is the word that comes to mind, but it’s...

The first season of Feud was transmitted between March and April 2017. It has 8 episodes and it is based on the true story of the rivalry between the legendary actresses Joan Crawford and...

1 Tense and tenuous grow from the same root as does tender in its several guises: the sour grass flower; the yellow moth. 2 I would not confuse the bogus with the spurious. The bogus is a sore thumb while the spurious pours forth as fish and circuses.

Exophonic writers – those who write in a language other than their primary or so-say native tongue – choose to do so for many different reasons – personal, artistic, social, political, economic. And in...

As a child I ate mud. It tasted of grit and peat and wild churning and something I could never find a name for. Later I became a moongazer always squinting through windows, believing...

Described as 'one of the finest poets writing in India today’ Arundhathi Subramaniam was born in Bombay (Mumbai) in 1967. She is the author of twelve books, including five volumes of poetry. Widely translated...

So this is what I’m here for, to see inside the mute weight of my right breast, heavy handful of treasure I longed for as a girl, crying behind the curtain in the Guerlain sisters’ corset...

I didn’t know that when my mother died, her grave would be dug in my body. And when I weaken, she is here, dressing behind the closet door, hooking up her long-line cotton bra, then...