Everything is Speaking

The hot afternoon air sings a sticky song of sweat whose lyrics keep repeating slow down, slow down but my...

The Whole Moment

Khumba, When you looked at me and you let me rest my hand on your trunk, I felt the whole...

Longing

                  The ‘rainbirds’ have started calling, the cicadas who start with a...

Raise a Glass of Praise

To every heart that mine has touched and made me who I am. To the ancestors of my body, whose...