Three Dye Hard Press Titles Nominated For SALA Literary Awards 2014

Gary Cummiskey's Off-ramp has been nominated for the Nadine Gordimer Short Story Award 2014, while Khulile Nxumalo's fhedzi and Kobus Moolman's Left Over have been nominated for the SALA Poetry Award 2014. The winners will be announced at a ceremony in Pretoria on November 7.

Eden’s Garden Path by Diana Bloem

The gravel was hard and wiry while the yellow bamboo barricaded the front. The shells were coiled around the blue star creepers while the hummingbirds aired on the perennials. The crushed stonecrop was damp underfoot while the water cradled sunlight. The sea roses lazed against the stone while the daisies invited wireworms. The air bounced back slitting the butterflies while they were feeding. The beetles used their forceps to leap from the bridge while the sawflies hooked to the carrots. The earwigs displaced the ivy while the twigs spiralled hundreds of  eggs. The blossoms plagued the corn while the matches lay like a foetus. Yali was at the rear end twigging the tulips with the axe.

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That man with jaundice carrying the dead tree branch, the swaying drunk with the warts, that’s my lover.

Keeping Music Moving

The Con’s Relebone Myambo take a look at some more recent mobile recording studios on the African continent.

Mirror Of Extasy by Gary Cummiskey

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I have a lot of special things I want to discuss with you immediately I hear back from you I am waiting to hear from you soon.

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That man holding the cigarette to my lips while I’m in handcuffs – that’s my lawyer.
That man firing the emergency flare into the sun, that man painting the crosses on the doors, and that man scraping dog shit off his shoes onto the park bench – they’re my legal team.

Shifty to Sjambok

Shifty to Sjambok: Download the Past

Don't Let The Ferry Get To The Other Side by Gary Cummiskey

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It is risk free and legal.

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Driving Slowly at Night in a Red Car
Shuddering around a sharp bend in the dark,
Pursued,
Gained on,
By a ferocious fiery eyed…
We are caught!
We win the prize!
We sit fat in the road,
Moving slow,
As though swallowed by a giant ladybird,
Now beetling along,
Too heavy to take off,
Moving glossy-topped beneath the moon,
At her own sweet pace,
And much bigger than a shoe.
A composer is beside me,
Hitting empty milk bottles with the stick of his brush,
The sound of hollow glass,
Tink tink tonk.

Prince

Prince’s Purple Reign by Lloyd Gedye

Gary Cummiskey: A Dada-Surrealist-Madhouse Screamer

In the Weekly Dissident today, MPHUTLANE WA BOFELO talks to poet Gary Cummiskey, a self described “Dada-surrealist-madhouse screamer” who believes South Africa needs a stronger alternative culture.

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Enough time is coming up until terry.

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[SCRAPBOOK: Becoming a mother is something I think about a great deal, almost to the point of preoccupation. I have heard it said that constant dreaming about birth often signals a desire to birth one's self, to come into one's own. My process of grieving the loss of you has been as much about birthing myself as letting you go.]

Let the Dead Be In Their Un-rest

Let the Dead Be in their Un-rest by Grant Farred

The Icing On The Cake by Gary Cummiskey

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Sat in years old white and then.

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