Arja Salafranca

According to a report in last week’s Daily Telegraph , the alarm clock may well be going the way of the dodo. Apparently more and more peopl...

The statue of starving, granite figures grasp against the Bavarian blue sky. I stop there, pause, can't go on any longer, hit delete. Ge...

It was ten to six, and the sun was still hot. It would be another hour before it would go down. Around us, in the outdoor coffee shop, child...

What matters is not whether seize is spelled correctly, or you use an ellipsis instead of an em dash; not whether you used 500g of butter, w...

Nearly thirty seven, and there’s a chapped heart on my chest, paint peeling off the red silk-screened t-shirt. My toe is pink and swollen fr...

Sitting inside I type, analysing novels. I learn about the secret Muslim marriage called a sigheh , recalling seventeenth-century Persia. Th...

Toward the end of 2007, editors Liz McGregor and Sarah Nuttall, under the auspices of Wiser at Wits, brought out At Risk , a collection of...

“Why don’t you smile at the customers?” Tammy asks her. “Smile at them, make them feel welcome, comfortable. Smile, then ask them if you can...

There’s something on the boil at the Market Theatre in the form of Curry Tales , a one-woman show written and performed by Rani Moorthy. Pri...