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Lesego Rampolokeng's third novel Bird-Monk Seding was awarded the 2017 University of Johannesburg Prize for South African Writing in English. It was also shortlisted for the prestigious Sunday Times Barry Ronge Fiction Prize in 2018.This place is called SEDING, short for Leseding, place of light. Quite ironic given the darkness throbbing at its core and spilling out bubbling in the blackest rage when least expected. Surrounded by farmland in a...

Walking, Falling is Kelwyn Sole's seventh collection of poetry. It extends and deepens themes that emerged in his earlier books: love and human relationships, the exposing of false and clichéd perspectives in our socio-political life, our relationship as South Africans to land and landscape. Rustum Kozain has written about his work: "Whether the theme is the end of a relationship or the murder of immigrants, there is the calm look of analysis,...

Presents the best of a week-long series of live readings by South African poets that took place in Grahamstown in 1999. Even in their written form, many South African poems carry the intonations of the poet's voice, but seeing and hearing poets reading their own work has a particular vitality. Poetry 99 is a valuable resource for poets, readers, and teachers of poetry.

Dark night babe toss and turn the clouds above you make the sober go drunk come in from the cold warm you up sink down our throat the clouds above mountains so high sink babe sink sink a shaft move slowly down the mountain down our throats toss and turn babe sink on me all night dark clouds above you make the sober go drunk sink babe sink sink it smooth sink a shaft

South African poetry today is charged with restlessness, burstng with diversity. Gone is the intense inward focus required to deal with a situation of systematic oppression, the enclosing effort of concentration on a single predicament. While politics and identity continue to be central themes, the poetry since the late 1990s reveals a richer investigation of ancestors and history, alongside more experimentation with language and translation, ...

I was grateful for the death sentence the doctors gave me. It meant no more words, no more summons ringing out in hallucinations and fevers, an end neat as the edge of the world, where the sun drops into the sea. I walked through the world saying goodbye with a clean heart.They hollowed my bones for flight. My life moves in me there, urgent as air. There is language that comes up spare and bright as bone from a break. It stands beneath us like...

Nadine Botha is a poet who works in forms entirely her own. Her poems have been published in poetry journals such as New Coin and Botsotso. Ants Moving the House Millimetres is her latest work.

I've never celebrated nor embraced negativity in my life. Every single thing I have tried to do or written has come out of a need to actually eradicate or wipe out whatever it is that seeks to destroy the soul of other people. I respect the WORD. People

This is a redesigned second printing of Seitlhamo Motsapi's acclaimed Earthstepper/The Ocean is Very Shallow, first published in 1996.

Metelerkamp's fifth book of poems was written after the suicide of her mother. The book is a sequence of poems, with Latin subtitles taken from sections of the Requiem Mass. The relationship between the poem and the mass is often oblique, tangential, iron

My Ghost in the Bush of Lies starts with the arrest and detention of Paulus Nomad, a providential idler, drug addict, whore, terrorist, madman, philosopher and writer. This sets off a train of events incorporating poetry, drama, philosophy, memoir, cut-u

This is the long-awaited first book by Khulile Nxumalo, one of the most innovative younger poets of South Africa.

The poems in Mzwandile Matiwana's first book cover a range of subjects, including love, prison, poverty, and religion.

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There is a wide window with pale green curtains, facing onto Burger Street and the provincial offices of the Department of Transport There are two doors that lead, one outside onto the front stoep with its cracked and broken red tiles, the other into a long and dark passage with a dusty wooden floor and a dead light bulb that is never replaced There is the same old pine desk with four drawers filled with unopened NBS bank statements and old sc...