STORIES THAT STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS

We publish writing by course participants on a regular basis in the spirit of sharing life experiences with others. Each piece is original work by Life Righting Collective course participants – from the pen and from the heart. We want to showcase authentic voices that we hope will inspire you to write your own stories and buy our anthology, This is How It Is, as well as other books by our members. Scroll down to read our stories.

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POEMS by KIRSTIE NEL

Saans Saans lê ons kwaad vir mekaarMaar in die oggendeBly net die koffie bitter Swem My morbiede gedagtesNou is daar soveel liefde, soveel gelukMaar die golf wat oor ons koppe […]

TANNIE by GWENDOLYN MEYER

Tannie, she speaks Of eating flamingos And skilpad And the fisherman who cleaned The brak spring by the bay A line of men Passing The buckets of muddy water. Of […]

DEPARTURES by René Paul Gosselin

The rain is still pitter-patting around my silent house, large drops, after the enormous thunderstorm. We drove through it all the way from Birdhaven, it became hectic on Linksfield road […]

BIRD BY BIRD BY MARC J SOLOMON

From a very early age I’ve been obsessed with birds. Of course, as a young boy, I did not know the word obsessed, but I would have told you that […]

A DYSFUNCTIONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH TIME

If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do…” [Jim Croce] In exasperation one day, my husband says to me “you have a […]

OUT OF ORDER by Notukela Makohliso

It was just before midday. A warm winter morning in Cape Town. I was happy to see the familiar sights and the busy roads. The traffic on Tennant Street had […]

ORGAN OF REMORSE

yesterday I drowned a rat, or ratherfailed to rescue it from the rain barrel,when that is the singular thing it needed. had it been a mouse, say, or a shrew, […]

THE SYRINGA BERRY TREE

Between my childhood and youth – a time of innocent spring, there stood a great big syringa berry tree. Like a proud old man upon the green carpet of our […]

UNTITLED

the oldness of oldwhen it comesis so immense so threadbare will someone darn mewrap mearound their shoulders when they feel lonelyabout being youngand so strong

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