Arja Salafranca

I am sitting in a darkened theatre beside the man I hope will love me one day. We are listening to the words of an American writer as interp...

I dreamed about you again last night. You were warm and funny as you helped me with some problem I had. Just like old times. Except you did ...

It comes up quickly. Years roll on, and suddenly there’s a scar cut into your midriff where an appendix nearly burst when he was fifty-five....

A middle-aged woman sits on the edge of the lagoon and watches a couple take photographs of each other. It is the beginning of a new year. I...

A man sits in a Johannesburg park on a late summer’s afternoon. He releases the lead attached to his red-haired spaniel’s collar and she bou...

Jude has ringlets of dyed blonde hair and big, sloping eyes rimmed in fashionable black eyeliner. Her long, lean body is sheathed in a peach...

You pay for us, the two women you've had, you pay for our soft yellow curries, even though you're only sleeping with one of us now. ...

On a Saturday afternoon in June I walk the streets of Málaga. I stop to take photographs; the humid heat has barely begun, and already I fee...

Driving back from the wedding of your university friend in Zeerust, we ride over a dead animal. The bones snap beneath the rubber car tyres,...