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Come, little Dragon

Come, little Dragon

It’s night. It’s late and there is much to do tomorrow. Life and adventure wait on the other side of sunrise and it’s been a while since I wrote from the heart. So here is something to say I remember. Come once more, little dragon. Away for a day,...
Wonderwall

Wonderwall

‘Today is gonna be the day…” A sign slicing by reports only four hundred kilometres until Johannesburg, before being lost behind me. Lost in the dead flat Free State fields. I’m not checking the mirror today. There’s enough behind me. “Backbeat, the word is on...
Will write for stars

Will write for stars

One block left in the journalism syllabus for the year. An elective we could choose out of a range covering everything from photojournalism to long-form writing. I had intended so absolutely to dedicate my energies to photojournalism – yet swapped in a...
Will write for stars

Love Letter to a New Writing Book

Those first blank pages are intimidating. Judgmental. As though the entire book might be spoiled with the careless stroke of a pen. As with any superstition, I don’t believe it. Not rationally anyway. But I go and buy six of my favourite pens. Just in case....
All the things we don’t leave behind

All the things we don’t leave behind

Fingers press the stories insistently into the keyboard. Sometimes gently, or sarcastically, or desperately weaving something that happened into a wordpicture that my smile – or yours – will find in some time hence. Sometimes finding a story is hard....