Is the current space I’m occupying a liminal space? Liminal would imply the in-between. Not quite…
Outside. Alongside. Outside the shopping centre, alongside the black see-through fence. The parking area at my…
Saturday 20 March 2021. 22 months since we last ventured to Lwandle’s house in Braamfischerville. 27…
“Sjoe, that’s quite heavy”, Dearly Beloved’s initial response on listening to my piece on ‘Loss, longing…
Dearest Carol I don’t know where or how these words will find you. In the liminal…
A not-quite-smiling face looks up at me. A face that must show both ears and is…
“Fingers crossed”, Lwandle’s words over the gentle hiss of the iron. I didn’t immediately know that…
Knysna. Raining. Thick white sky. An uncertain emergence. The sun, like so much else at this…
How to describe the smell, I don’t know. The natural tendency, to liken something to something…
4.15 am. The middle of madrugada, the evocative Spanish description of the early morning hours. An awakening…
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