Congratulations are due to three regular contributors to New Coin. Ken Barris has a short story on the shortlist for the Caine Prize for African Writing. Dawn Garisch and Rosemund Handler had novels nominated for the Commonwealth Writers Prize: Africa Region. Poems by Ken and Dawn appear in this issue.
Vonani Bila : Mandela at 91, the dance, next year i want to run the comrades marathon
Dawn Garisch : Women swimming, Miracle
Jenna Mervis : Not yet, Pipe-track
Mandy Mitchell : Stars, Still Moon, Barefoot, Thoughts
Megan Van Der Nest : Mulberry Summer, Laughter, Like Water, A Dark Sonnet
Moira Richards : rape sonnet, For Lise ..., one shooting star
Deon Simphiwe Skade : My epidemic; your epidemic, Matters of the heart
John Mateer : Ghosts, Africans, Fathers
Simric Yarrow : Marina da Gama, Remembering Bra Winston
Harry Owen : Making Love to the Piano, Braai-ing at ISEA
Ingrid Andersen : A doorway for the visitors, Kite, Coming of age, Too soon
Michelle Mcgrane : Black Sparrowhawk, The Court Confectioner, Convalescent
Chris Van Der Walt : My pilates instructor..., Crossing the River, Catfish, Autumn...
Silke Heiss : Ode to the Rose, Bow and arrow, Five Butterfly Prints
Kelly Dyer : A.M.2., Meagre Offering, Waiting
Anna Varney-Wong : Forgotten Self, Innocence, Nothing to Hold
Danie Van Jaarsveld : The stone, The grasshopper and the ants
Ari Sitas : Ghosts of the Quarry, Insurrection: Flowers
Pitika Ntuli : Insurrection of Bones
Paul Mason : Dog Days
Joop Bersee : Untitled, Portrait, Untitled, Stillborn Gabrielle
Sonwabo Meyi : fluorescent light, symbols from my right hand, rebellion
Kerry Hammerton : Song, Shoot and Kill, The Sickness of Us
John Simon : To..., Peace at Midnight (la paz a medianoche)
Leslie Howard : Two poems for Sue, Cat fight
Ken Barris : My mother's death, Rusting lizards, Consider her beauty
Khulile Nxumalo : It is insane, Obituary
Kelwyn Sole : Outsiders
How dare I! How dare I try and finish her ideas, her sentences! How dare I try and interpret or re-interpret what she's trying to say! How dare I try and dissect her book! Joan Metelerkamp can speak for herself with more distinction, passion and grace in Burnt Offering, her seventh collection of poems, than I could ever presume to do.
Invisible Earthquake bears the subtitle, 'journal...' - and the poems have no titles as such; they are each, simply, headed with a date and time of the day - but it reads too, as journey. The collection narrates a mother's three-year journey back from the searing, numbing experience of giving birth to a baby that she knows has died inside that safest and most intimate and nurturing of spaces, her womb.