Summer Magic

  The sorting of stones, the sun catching a glint, the piling of rocks that keep collapsing under the weight of each other, starting again, searching for more stones, people watching me at a safe distance, the final pebble placed, the sigh, the walking away. Summer magic is in capturing imperfect moments and finding their…

Lessons from the Sea

  Just before I left for a much needed vacation in the sun, I found out that my second manuscript of poems had been accepted to be published. I hardly had time to process the news before leaving, but the time away from the frigid winter gave me an opportunity to think and plan carefully…

Kenya Diaries: Kerio View

The ravens with giant wing spans, the scent of pink honeysuckle (or what looks like honeysuckle), the line of ants curving up the pathway, the moss-speckled stones, a leaf with the word ‘sufi’ scratched into it. Sometimes signs are not glaringly obvious, but incredibly simple. The higher the altitude, the more precious the air is….