From South Africa, to America’s east and west coasts, to Europe and beyond, readers were traveling
I had so many ideas for a Heritage Day post today, but then I fell in love with a poem, and that made the decision for me. Happy Heritage Day, readers. Following are a few photos of some beautiful South African ladies I know (and one lovely South African man) wearing traditional garments to celebrate … More Heritage Day: Tongues of Their Mothers
I missed a great opportunity today.
Welcome to September Book Club! I’m so excited to share the work of award-winning South African author, Phillippa Yaa de Villiers. Please read either Everyday Wife, or Taller Than Buildings, and submit your questions and comments by Wednesday, 16 September. I know my featured readers in the states are already either finished or in the … More What Will You Say to Phillippa Yaa de Villiers?
I just wanted to share a few photographs from our recent Mozambique travels, along with this poem, by a beautiful writer I only learned about today. Her name is Glória de Sant’Anna. I want to thank Luis R. Mitras, who works for the European Division of the University of Maryland University College, for his beautiful … More An Old Fisherman in Mozambique and Glória de Sant’Anna
Today, my dad would have turned 73. This year I want to share with you one of my favorite poems of his. He died at the age of 45, and this poem was published posthumously.
Came across a young leopard on a recent journey to Mozambique from South Africa. We took the route through Kruger National Park and the Giryondo Border Post. We were just north of Letaba Rest Camp, headed for the border crossing… Beautiful, no? And speaking of beauty, here is a story about a leopard, or maybe … More Leopard at Letaba
WTF is a “squab?” Who even knows such a thing, and worse…who writes about it? Do YOU know? A “squab” is: a) Traveling Marla b) a baby bird c) a cushiony place for your butt d) All of the above Did you guess (d) All of the above? Ding ding ding! You’re correct. A “squab” … More Squabs and the Strange Poets Who Write About Them
Our poor “Henk,” the Yank Tank, won’t be joining us for our first 4×4 trip out of South Africa to Mozambique. He is having a little problem going into gear, and his engine light says he needs a little TLC. I get tired of people asking me why we stick with this “Madala Jeep.” (“Madala” … More A Poem for Jeep People and a Poem for People Who Hate Jeeps
Oh that Langston Hughes. The first poem I ever read of his was “Let America be America Again,” and I have used it as a gauge to check my own privilege when I become complacent. So I was excited that when I called for favorite poems on April 1st, The Salsa Poet was quick to … More Langston Hughes and The Salsa Poet…