A New Day

As I sat interpreting the life of this man and his son, I sipped on the cold beer that I had just purchased at the dilapidated stand in what...

Painfully painted strangers dance with hollow laughs  and guttural grinding of bones that slake the eternal  thirst for touch It hurts this...

With Brett walking, talking and breathing freely again, we had done some cursory investigations of the city of Maputo.  It lay heavy on my s...

Fire in the sky! Seen by little eye see it burning high oh my! Wisps of silken flame. Distracted, them to blame. A cool heat they can cla...

While I have not been a regular contributor over at Jingle's poet's rally for the last little while, I was pretty religious about ...