“Helen doesn’t play with her black dolls,” Cirro* tells me. “She doesn’t want to, apparently, and Mrs Carter says it… Read more Afros and Rapunzel Wigs
It is dusk again at house 77. The broad leaves of banana trees are peeking over the hedge like nosy… Read more Balozi, December 2018.
Hoards of small, yellow flower plateaus grew beside the trail as we ventured up in the 90-degree heat this Monday… Read more A Day in Glendora, 25.06.18
To write poetry, you have to be fluent in the naming of things. You may not be a great magician… Read more An Outsider, Wanna-be Poet’s Advice to Herself About How to Write Poetry
Words fall into a fitful sleep on her tongue, Page and binding lay empty and open on her lap, She… Read more My Poet Friend, 29.12.17
I lived in a stone house, half-dipped in yellow painted concrete, 10 Mulberry Court, Edenville, Kiambu County, Nairobi, Kenya, Africa,… Read more Reflections, 29.10.17
I sit under the wide sky this morning, a dome of dim flame and early blue, watching silhouettes of coffee… Read more Tangency