November 28, 2011

Thinkin bout things

When you live alone, are the only one around that speaks your native language and have no electricity you tend to have a lot of time to just, well, think. About everything.

November 24, 2011

If it doesn't fit, change it

Today was an incredible reminder of how undeniably blessed I am. In fact, I've found that I can't think too much about all of my blessings because I feel so undeserving it gets overwhelming. But it's not because I am comparing myself with those around me-- Dear God, thank you that I have food to eat tomorrow-- or making a list of things I like at all.

November 15, 2011

A poem in progress

Nearly everything

Formerly known;
believed in, once
I saw the world.
Not anymore

white. Or black.
All just reflected
shades of gray. (Or
grey, depending
how you see it.)
I saw,

momentarily, sideways
in your eyes,
death reflecting upon 
the living


and I knew you
had seen
the world is not:

not round— not even oblong—
and certainly not flat.
Any way you look at it.

All the time
it changes shape.
And it is no wonder
anymore, 

why. So many
don't care to look
in the first place.

November 03, 2011

A month ago

Issiak and Alimata's family