Under Starry Skies

Something moved outside. He felt rather than heard it. Couldn’t be the pre-dawn chill—it’s mostly hot in Garissa— but he felt cold....

In the midst of early spring, Of less rain and more sun, And bright beams of new fun, Fervently he hopes it's not a...

Something disruptive always happens towards the end of a year. Should you venture to check my previous post, you may be astonished to dis...

Rain splattered across the patio of an old-style bungalow, its windy and slapdash whistling disrupting a dull order in the array of garde...

Esoteric. The word came ringing in my head with every paragraph and page I weaved through in July’s People (1981) by 1991 Nobel Prize fo...