I sat on a mat beneath an imagined mango tree. There, the happiness and sorrows of my heart found a place as stories and poetry on paper. I joined the birds flying above the tree, singing Kiswahili songs that made me ululate. The tree danced from melodies of the heart, gifting ample juicy fruits to…
My eyes weighed with grieve; like a sinking stone in water, I sat down to weep by the river. What would be of those tears once downstream in the ocean? Will the heart feel cleansed? I saw the ocean swelling upriver cutting through the belly of trash wishing it were the mountain snow. Downriver the…
Nobody is lonelier than death dwelling among the living watching them tell truths and myths, listening to their laughter and tears, because speaking is life taking. Nobody is lonelier than death talked about but cannot respond swore at and cursed upon with hate, anger, and sorrow, unless it’s time to push the daisies up. Nobody…