by Lionel Murcott and Amanda Ballen, 2018 Rain hesi- tates, waits. Scatters a handful alpha- betic drops. Stops. Then – crashrumrumble open, incoherently loops vowels around displaced drowning consonants. In its business of steaming– the soaking and swelling of…
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Born from his Head
by Lionel Murcott Once there was a hungry man. He ate up Prestige. He ate up Good Will. He ate up Newsreels. He grew so big that he filled his whole mansion. Then he started to ache: his head…
In Die Museumhuis
by Lionel Murcott Jy fok nie met ’n boeremeisie – veral nie in die huis van haar oorlede grootouers nie. Die vloere is gepoleer, die sitkamergemakstoele is donker geelbruin en onsitbaar – waar gaan dié twee lê? Kaal albei,…
