Writings

Neo Africanus: In Teju Cole’s World* Of the many encounters in which Julius, the protagonist o...

Poetry and Film Reviews The Deer Yard by Allen Cooper and Harry Thurston Kentville NS: Gaspereau,...

Pull of Gravity You can see the light of Calgary for an hour before you see a single street lamp,...

Summer Lessons I’m stuck inside with my mother and my sister. We’re at the back of the cottage in ...

Strangers When I was 14, my mother moved a stranger into our apartment. A few days before he arrived,...

George or Holidays By the Sea South Africans who lived in the landlocked Transvaal or Free State...

Premature Amy Ghostkeeper was born twenty-four weeks after conception: too early to survive, but that’s e...

Today I left Today is the day I will leave, not tomorrow, not the day after but today. It has to...

American Trauma There is a hole in the ground the dead cannot fill. Only memory can feed it. And silence, that...

Yes / No / Yes The day after that unexpected night, Trees were set to scatter blossoms; the sun Evaporated...

Poetry It is not speaking in tongue, child; it is baiting fish with fish. And so, I, a blind,...

Do We Not Laugh? You've been Shylocked, I said, as I dipped the tip of my nose into pursed lips. This...