We publish writing by course participants on a regular basis in the spirit of sharing life experiences with others. Each piece is original work by Life Righting Collective course participants – from the pen and from the heart. We want to showcase authentic voices that we hope will inspire you to write your own stories and buy our anthology, This is How It Is, as well as other books by our members. Scroll down to read our stories.

LAMENT FOR CATHERINE

Slowly they drive away; the mother’s heart goes with them The pallbearers, father, husband, brother, uncle Pain cutting into their faces as they take up their positions The mother reaches out to [...]

JAGUAR

Usually he shaved in the shower. This time he used the Maca root shave cream bought some years back at the Body Shop in Djakarta. He ran his hand over his chin which felt smooth, luxurious, [...]

NOBODY & THANK YOU

[First Poem Written on the Life Writing Course] NOBODY   I am Nobody because i do not have a voice I’m expected to do whatever, without given a choice Nobody, because I’ve always [...]

THEN & NOW – A Sonnet

heady syringas               a garden in spring a rhythmic mantra that the train tracks sing amo   amas   amat                     as in a trance they kiss entwined           under a rising moon [...]

HOW WE TRY TO HELP

You can’t reach my sister’s door without getting wet. Scarlet plants along the path collect dew in droplets like blood – It’s a way of thwarting guests. Her son’s offer to prune is met with [...]

MY INHERITANCE

My mother takes to her bed when the news is bad. Her mother drank gin at 6pm on the dot, with the radio off. My father turns the shower to cold for one minute every morning. His father stood on [...]

THE WASTELAND

  A wasteland mourns in silence, her quiet grieving interrupted only by the busyness of chirping birds and the continuous sound of distant traffic. A sense of loss still haunts her vacant [...]

GRAN

She takes my hand, sits me down outside the kitchen, on the step cool to the touch, cracked and painted red. Trees arch overhead; she is with me. Her old body is close to mind today. I feel its [...]

LOKLIED

Ek wou my stad se poorte wyd oopgooi vir jou. Jou bring na my tuin vol lekker ruik kruie. Jou laat drink uit my fontein Vir jou soet wyn en geurige appels voer Maar jou wagte het my gewond. [...]

DEPRESSION | I AM A LEAKING BOTTLE

Depression refuses to be a pretty poem It bullies my lines and stanzas And gives my beautiful images the middle finger It doesn’t want to be subjected to any reflections or rhyme It won’t sit on [...]

THE DAY SHE DIED

The day she died she cooked a pot of food Pumpkin The meat was browned in sugar Dark and sweet The pumpkin soft and thick Mushy chunks of orange in brown gravy Shining with the fat she cooked it [...]

FOUR NOT OUT (YET)

When I am four I pull the telly over A black and white monster Comes crashing to the floor. 1966 The decade in full swing Mary Quant the very thing Along with pick-up sticks. Flashes of that day [...]