Words by Ilonka Louw As children, we read with abandon, devouring books like they were made of sweets instead of dry paper and ink. We lived in their worlds of imagination, friendship, adventure, and rhyme. And our days were filled with just as much magic! Then, we had to grow up – because Peter Pan …
Words by Natasha Fracchiolla I always loved Dylan Thomas as a teen. I had a torn-out magazine clipping that I kept in my secret letter box for years with his poem ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’. There was a pic of him, I remember. A curly-haired close up of him lighting a smoke. I …
Words by Raffaella Migliore Wisdom for a more enjoyable drive Ah, the car- in recent months it’s more of a novelty, but not long ago – and soon enough again- when we’re in the thick of day-to-day mundanity, some days your car moments are the only opportunity to show the world how snazzy you are. …
Words by Natasha Fracc When ‘swiping’ was a thing you did in break dancing? That day when a ‘dashboard’ was part of your car and held a steering wheel and a clip-out radio? When ‘disrupting’ was that thing you did in class with paper planes; when ‘a handle’ belonged on a door – and an …
Words by Natasha Fracchiolla Sometimes we chase too hard. We chase it because we’re so sure we can catch it; we keep chasing, stretching, panting, sweating. For it. Til our lungs are shaking and our toes are chafing through our sneakers of sorrow and desire. We chase. Because we need it. We believe it’ll heal …
Words by Raffaella Migliore In the dark and bloody trenches of war, a military brat was born – the Acronym. Born out of pragmatism and brevity, this sweet kid-cousin of the abbreviation spent her early years living a useful, descriptive and sometimes medical life as ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps), DORA (The British …
Bzzzzzz. The groceries have arrived. I texted a list of stuff we need to some girl in Cape Town yesterday. Less than 24 hours later, In Johannesburg, a lovely man in a green shirt is handing me bags from Pick ’n Pay filled with everything I asked for. One of them is clanging loudly with …
10am. Driveway. “Hi [interviewee], I’m outside. Can you open the gate?” “Oh Shit! I thought the interview was at 11. I haven’t showered or anything… Umm…” (Presses buzzer) “No worries, I can come back at 11. There’ll be a coffee shop close by I can work at for an hour, I’m sure of it.” (releases …
