Short story | This is not a sad story

Words by Julie Nxadi

Short story | disappearing women, or, how i got my scars

and bled (my blood) and bled (past bloods) and bled (future bloods) and bled (so much blood)

Stance | Why I won’t be a part of #CurryScentedBitch as a Desi

Words and .gif by Darsha Indrajith

Stance | So are you from here?

Words by Alyx Carolus and illustration by Farron Swartz

Stance | Missing the •

A few notes on #reclaimthebindi week

Words by Youlendree Appasamy

Stance | The old state and the new thieves of education

A look at the state of South African schooling…

A written series | Writing about writing

Four writers reflect on the craft

Short story | The thing about Jo’burg

A few words on a city with a penchant for knocking you down

Stance | The damage DIFF has done and what we can do about it

An in-depth look at the rape culture…

Short story | Flush out all the filth with fire trucks

When it comes to the integrity of Friar Tucks nightclub, the absolute favourite among students in Grahamstown, the writing is on the wall, floors, bar counters and patrons- so to speak. By CHARLES MACKENZIE