by Liesl Jobson
Why are there stones in our bed, fellow? / Do you need them to weight your dreams? / Why are there bones beneath our mattress? / Why do the ancestors rattle, rattle and clack? / Why is there a necklace of eyes in your fist / the one my daughter made for Father’s Day?
In this, Liesl Jobson’s first collection of poetry, she incorporates all her many pursuits and experiences as her eye complements a sharp awareness of the other four senses and illuminates experiences of dislocation and the knowledge that just beneath the ‘everyday’ is the madness that haunts many human lives.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Apart from being an accomplished writer of flash fiction, Liesl Jobson is also an editor and literary journalist.
Liesl was born in Durban, South Africa. Her poetry and prose have been published in journals and anthologies in South Africa and abroad. She won the People Opposing Women Abuse women’s writing poetry competition in 2005. She was also awarded a community publishing project grant from the Centre for the Book under the auspices of the National Library of South Africa in 2007. Her debut flash fiction collection won the Ernst van Heerden creative writing award for 2006, from the University of the Witwatersrand. She is a freelance writer, photographer and bassoonist.
|Dimensions||210 x 148mm|
|Publisher||Botsotso Publishing, South Africa|