Hour 11 (2022)

A swallowed smile. A tickle in my throat. A hiccup in my chest. A trampoline in my belly. All the ways you make me feel silly and young and alive.

1st Musician

The sound rose and fell like a distant chime, echoing in the still air. There was a certain gladness in it, a sparkle if you will. It made the hearers crinkle up their cheeks till their eyes disappeared. Mouths opened wide and notes and lilts…

Hour 12: Warmth

How to keep a room warm without fire or electricity? When the people closest to you gather in one place – Warmth comes naturally!

Hour 12: Can’t you hear the drumbeat?

Celebrating Juneteenth, I resurrected the djembe and marched in the light of God   Keeping time with syncopated rhythms, we danced and we sang with hope and heavy hearts how we knew freedom was coming “Oh, yes,” we sang, “I know!”   With little rhyme…

Hour 11

She is not far from the ground but cannot feel her roots attached   She bears the most exquisite fruit but feels like her seeds fall on parched soil.

Spark

Hour- 11 The eternal lamp of your expression has lit The world has become illumined are you leaving the aroma from your lips Fragrant all-around fizz The voice of birds sitting silent echoed are you chuckling Many pearls fall from the clouds In between your…