Poetry 31.08.2020
Outside my window The river runs that The rust river runs red Gleams gun metal Over stones
Read out allWhen I think I want to speak. When I speak I need to run. When I run I have space to think.
When I think I want to speak. When I speak I need to run. When I run I have space to think.
These songs have travelled with me through many seasons of faith, family, and quiet worship. Some are centuries old, some more recent, and one is my own. This album is...
Outside my window The river runs that The rust river runs red Gleams gun metal Over stones
Read out all[21/12, 10:17] *Mally: Observation at Nakawa:This is normal to Ugandans. They aren’t surprised, shocked or repulsed by anything they see here. I’m...
Read out allDon’t envy what you weren’t prepared to pay for. ***** 17 years earlier They think I’m stupid. Naïve. Dumb. She actually asked...
Read out allRead in Daphne voice (curp) Roses can be red Violets are purple I think it’s wonderful that I’m half of this couple
Read out allWhat does it mean to have a different spirit? This is what God says of Caleb in Numbers 14:24 (NIV). Caleb and...
Read out allI loved Bruin. He stood in the hallway in Grandma and Grandpa’s bungalow, ready to hold umbrellas or walking sticks. I loved...
Read out allLike the proverbial She sits Hateful as one With a silly sardonic smile She makes saints cuss She has stained the glass...
Read out allThoughts from the last few days: Thunder crackles over Kampala Ella must have felt so totally alone. She cried for me and...
Read out allWrath and response. God has sent Jesus to redeem us from our sin nature and to bring us back into relationship with...
Read out allInside feels raw. High tide of grief for a family I didn’t know, but who were only at two removes from me:...
Read out allPromotional Poster for “When Love Kills” Promotional Poster #2
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