Chant du Cygne November is notoriously contrary, but this delicious afternoon I headed for the beach. You’d not suppose that marching to the tide-edge, preceded by a fifty-kilo brute buck-leaping backwards, would trigger musing. But as he sniffs my pocket, woofs and circles, frantic to play fetch, I find myself by chance upon a busman’s…
In the woods When we arrived up north, my first thought was that I had never been surrounded by so much country before. I thought places like this just existed in movies, an exaggeration to show that a town was isolated and set in its ways. But everywhere I looked I could see old rusted…
This is a socially conscious poetry collection through personal narratives and reflections on war and other tragedies. Poetry comes from emotion. Love is the most ecstatic of emotions, and this poet appears to be saying, “If this is an emotional craft, then why can’t I begin from its awesome side?” The last two lines of…
“Presbyterian Nursery and Primary school was made up of two simple blocks and a church hall beside the field,” begins this tender, coming-of-age novel that discusses in hindsight, the remains of childhood and adolescent memories of Nosike, the narrator and the lead character. Readers are introduced to a perfect child who consoles his crying classmates,…
Welcome to November! There are many ongoing calls for writers. You can enter to win prizes for writing essays, short stories, poems, and flash fiction. Most of these contests are free to enter, and anyone can join. Be sure to read the rules for each contest carefully. Also, check back here throughout the month for…