Moo MiniCard Holders (with cutting file)

By |May 22nd, 2012|

I've been getting a steady stream of hits since MOO featured my MiniCard-holders in their newsletter and Inspiration gallery. I use their MiniCards to promote ShootCake, my food photography sideline. The MiniCards are really bitty and supercute in that way all diminutive things are. When they were going to be included in the goody-bags at an event I was photographing, I realised their lilliputian dimensions would also be their disadvantage in the mash of larger business cards, tissue paper, and samples.

It could be verse

By |May 18th, 2012|

One of the first creative pieces I wrote outside the lines of homework was a little ditty titled Home, Home, Home. I was eleven […]

My grandmother breaks her hip

By |May 18th, 2012|

My grandmother says we’ve brought her here to die.

Her paranoia probes under our fingernails
with a splintered stick,
splitting the tissue-beds, prying us apart.
We give her […]

Fathers, love your sons

By |May 1st, 2012|

Love them beyond
the first fallen tooth,
beyond the scrapings of their knees.
Love them beyond
the breaking of toys
beyond the whistling crack of voices.
Love them beyond
the down […]

The Fare [shortlisted- African Writing Prize for Flash Fiction 2011]

By |April 11th, 2012|

[shortlisted- African Writing Prize for Flash Fiction 2011]

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Home Invasion

By |March 29th, 2012|

We were introduced to the Black Box writing technique by supervisors Silke Heiss and Paul Mason in an MA seminar that dealt with conceiving the bones and sinews of a story.
Elements are chosen randomly from five categories; character, situation/incident, place/setting, time and theme.
These selections are then used to develop the framework upon which the narrative hangs.
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Year Four

By |March 15th, 2012|

The fourth year of Bamjee-Mayet.

Down in G’town – Days 4 and 5 – Quick Pics

By |February 14th, 2012|

The course supervisors continued their readings and seminars on Thursday while Friday gave us our first lick of the peer-review/critique-circle experience.

It was not the evisceration I expected but a valuable series of inputs and comments on the way we structured and conveyed meaning through our work.

I’ve been looking for this grade of sand-paper all my life.

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Dear Daddy

By |February 13th, 2012|

(prompted by a free-writing exercise, includes bits of things I’ve written before.)

 

I don’t mind anymore that you died when you did.
It was too much […]

Down in G’town – Days 2 and 3 – Quick Pics

By |February 9th, 2012|

Day 2:

We spent most of Tuesday on a farm belonging to Robert Berold, one of the course supervisors. It is a generous space and when we weren’t being embraced by the heartening hospitality of our hosts, we filled our time sitting under the trees free-writing.

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Down in G’town – Day 1 – Quick Pics

By |February 6th, 2012|

Registration at Rhodes was fairly painless. My Rhodent status is now confirmed by the requisite unflattering likeness fused onto plastic.
The day’s welcomes and introductions left me a with a bit of daylight to take a short photo-walk down Somerset Road.

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Katy, until your death feels real to me;

By |January 23rd, 2012|

I will chase your ghosts

on google,

search out your face

in every pixel,

pocket the sparks

your wit threw into the corners.

 

To my Mother on her 50th year

By |January 11th, 2012|

It is as if you have
lived five times over,
moving from mountain to mountain,
carrying our hearts on top of your own.

That new year smell

By |January 3rd, 2012|

You can rewrite your script at any time but there’s just something about new years and Mondays that import impetus and gravitas to reinventions.
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