I met him on a day. He threw his dilemma into the air. I watched it float from side to side. And when it finally hit the earth, he leaned...

A colorful turban rests on his head— a brilliant smile lay beneath his grin. Dark eyes, unknowing, sit gently on his face. A beautiful...

Humanity taps at our doors. Open up—it beckons let me hold your footprint on soil, sand, moist or dry. Look into my eyes let that which...

Today the rain has fallen Upon the soil of a very kind man A small round house, alone, rests on his machamba* Long reeds cling to the...

Forever you are the sound of the grasshopper pulling me towards The gentle sound of the chime when wind there is none The passing breeze...

In the silence I travel far and wide Across valleys Climbing mountains And pausing at the spirit of a rock Willowing trees hear the call—...

It was turning to dusk on a long winding, rugged footpath—one with deep crevices lining its back and tall, dense vegetation caressing its...

If I was to gather all my thoughts and blow them out to sea it would be to you, my unknown you, who I share my deepest me you who wanders...

When the sun hangs high in the sky, the lonely bird sits and dreams, of joining a flock that wisps the sea with the flurry of its mien....

The years deposit nuggets of memories, but mostly they remind us of the joy found in sitting gently by a stream, listening to the echos...

The lines of the tree's palm shimmered in the light And in its shadow lay the sandy ground on which a home sat Four, five doors graced...

It was an endless dirt road leading from the town of Buzi to Ngwarangwara. The chief of the land, Manuel Mapara, sat on the floor in his...

There was an old man He lived in the mountains He toiled his land and warmed his own hearth And when the day turned into dusk, He laid...

Once I saw a fleeting star and watched it from afar It seemed adrift, meandering— intentioned, not astray I thought it something...

He came to me with wings floating in a cradle of raw honey Walked miles by my side through thick tall forest to see the eye of an...

And there I was sitting by the sunshine pouring through my drafty window— as fall settled in and the leaves began to let go— seeking,...

There is an arm of the river that stretches from the Zambezi towards the village Degwe— but now it is only a large crack in the earth's...

The earth is singing. It is that time—yes, when time beckons us to slow, and maybe, just maybe, in the growing silence, we can hear. What...

Often I come to the window to gaze. A man—an older man with the gray hair of a venerable story, dressed in simple, but well made clothes,...

It is not the length of one's spine The shade of one's wrappings The answers in one's mind Nor the design of one's form Rather it is the...

When hatred rears its forbidding head, do not become weary, my son like a flower without water like a river without a path. Rather stand...