Ek is n man met "default "gebore sonder hart want die lewe het hom uitgeruk,gekou herkou en uitgespoeg en soos die pruimsel daar le en prut en songedroog raak het die oosterwind die stof wat eens my hart was die heuwels in gewaai tot net...
Dis maar soos gedagtes vloei en woorde saamkoek, wat iets partykeer mooi klink dan word dit iets wat meeste mense 'n gedig sal noem. Ek sien dit as 'n biofilm: 'n Klomp vuil bakterie-ettertjies wat taai aan mekaar vasklou om so oorlewing te probeer verseker,...
deur Rachelle du Bois
As she sat down on her suitcase, despair almost overwhelmed her. The events of the past week should have prepared her for something like this – this old house with this overgrown garden in this godforsaken little town in the eastern Free State of South Africa, which was left to her by a grandmother she had not known existed. But as she steadily began uncovering the secrets of her granny’s and her mother’s past, she found her destiny here, irrevocably linked to her smouldering neighbour, Julian du Toit. He'd made a promise to her grandmother that he fully intended to keep.
