Rainy season has finally come to Kenya and the garden has exploded with color. Especially after a downpour, the dance of color in…

I think an old Kikuyu man

Rilke Translation Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. See, so small there, See! The last village of words, and higher, ever so small, one last enclave of emotion. Do you recognize it? Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stone crumbles under your hands. Somehow even here things bloom. From the…

Each year the mountain fades Trees, once full of leaves, Blur to green Time takes my eyes Rakes my mind Ears fail to catch whispered words Strain as they will I am so full My senses tells me, “Enough of what you hold, time to let go.” I must learn…

on the Gulf of Poets Old castles, dead poets, Saturday markets, golf courses, Olive groves, sharp stones, Percy Shelley drowned, Mary Shelley dreamed up Frankenstein, called the creature forth from cerulean waters. Monsters and beauty are never far separated. A body lay still by the trail wrapped in foil and…

To you, little bird, this Friday is good, as every day is good, each morning, mercy-full Sunrise, sunset, you seek and find daily bread in the stone shadows of cathedrals You rest on red-tiled rooftops, as men beneath seek luxury, purchase what to you is free Might they live like…

Rilke Translation — In their long brown hair they lie, Deep in self, vision long gone. The Eyes too far distant. Skeletons, Mouths, Flowers. In their mouths, smooth teeth like a travel chess set carved of elephant tusk, arranged in rows. And flowers, golden pearls, slender bones, Hands and Hems, withering fabric over collapsed hearts. But there, under those rings, Talismans…

Wisdom of Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense — the starkest Madness - ’Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail - Assent — and you are sane - Demur — you’re straightway dangerous - And handled with a Chain - …

Rilke Translation — Like kindling in the hand, white, before the flame ignites, from all sides twitching tongues stretch — beginning in the circle of nearby spectators, hasty, flickering hard and hot, her spinning dance spreads. And now she is Fire, utter and complete. With one look, she sets her hair ablaze, and with daring skill…