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THE MOTH AND THE CANDLE-FLAME

Why I can’t leave,
(Even though you’ve asked me to)
It’s because you’re still standing,
Silent and Empty,
Like my coffin,
Waiting for me to lie down.
(This is me loving you.)

The Sun's Razor, Above The Trees At Midnight by Gary Cummiskey

Reader Digest

First look at Reader Digest, the forthcoming e-chapbook from Tearoom Books.

Photo: Victoria Williams

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CHARITY

Here are my bullets – take one if you want.

I hold my gun like a piper,
And play it like a flute,
I think I’m a sociopath,
Or else a bit of a nut.

Column in the Mail&Guardian

Unemployed? Try articulating your ennui with an essay

Come January each year, thousands of matrics enter the South African job market only to discover that it isn't so much a “market” as a car-boot sale.

Dancing in the City by Gary Cummiskey

Free Ebook: Bog Docks

Gary Cummiskey's poetry collection Bog Docks, published by Dye Hard Press in 2005 and now out of print, is available as a free ebook.

Bog Docks consisits of 28 surreal poems that explore, and challenge, the schizophrenic and often brutal nature of contemporary society. It is a poetry that is not afraid to take risks as it journeys across the hazardous frontiers of the known.

DOWNLOAD IT HERE

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Scared Samoosas

Victoria Williams: 0086

My essays are all dry, brittle things. They break down into powder and are blown away like dust.

She'll Fit In

She wants to impress his parents and that involves leaving him behind.

Sexy Body, Mona Lisa by Gary Cummiskey

RIP Julius Chingono (Zimbabwe, 1946 - 2011)

Poetry International Biography

Julius Chingono: a reflection by Charles Mungoshi

Julius Chingono's Rotterdam Diary

Listen to "As I Go"

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Victoria Williams: 0085

Surely at 25 I should be getting STDs and not arthritis.

Gary Cummiskey Interviews Subhankar Das

An independent path: Gary Cummiskey Interviews Subhankar Das over at The Dye Hard Interviews.

Bebop by Gary Cummiskey

Snipes by Joan McNerney

God loves atheists best...
they never ask for anything.

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Victoria Williams: 0084

Just listened to a recording of Maggie’s Farm live at Newport 1965 (through headphones) and startled innocent bystanders when my hair stood on end. Amazing, amazing. I imagine it’s a little like being electrocuted.

Larry's Corner

If Tearoom Books were a store, it would probably look a lot like this.