Devil Slaying Amongst Other Things

       I had the pleasure of writing a poem for a school poetry reading project in Kenya, and was delighted when I heard the young boy readi...

  In the distance what can the father and son hear? They hope it is the grunt or snort of a deer. Without the last of the season’s hunt, the...

     They cram together sometimes one hundred or more, In search of another shore. They have said their farewells, And risk the ocean’s peri...