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

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...

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...

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...

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,...