If This Be Man
Night came, and it was such a night one knew that human eyes would not witness it and survive. Everyone felt this: not one of the guards, neither Italian nor German, had the
Night came, and it was such a night one knew that human eyes would not witness it and survive. Everyone felt this: not one of the guards, neither Italian nor German, had the
An American (read US) goes to Madrid on a prestigious poetry grant. There he observes things, like how ridiculous Americans seem abroad with their monolingualism, blinked opinions and false sense of being the
The Johannesburg Book Review have published an excerpt from my forthcoming novel The Wanderers.
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"A daring new writer"
Mending severed histories with returning shades