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Joyless work in a decaying world. No picture fits; no pattern holds. You struggle on like others, feeling heat and cold, Hunger, lack of cash, the ache of sex
A canoe, an Indian canoe, Cuts through the morning, north to south, Goddess of legend in the prow, Torch in her hand, raised to the sky
Shine down on us, divine gift! This child of destiny, in thrall to Ifá, Crossing the sea with our island. The vessel a slave ship With orixás on board
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Shine down on us, divine gift! This child of destiny, in thrall to Ifá Crossing the sea with our island ... more»
Learning from stone, lesson one: To see what stone means, live with it. ... more»
A canoe, an Indian canoe, Cuts through the morning, north to south ... more»
Atheists who’ve seen miracles, as I have done Know that where God is not, the gods ... more»
Joyless work in a decaying world. No picture fits; no pattern holds. You struggle on like others, feeling heat and cold ... more»
In April 2016, seventeen chiefs from different parts of South Sudan gathered in Kuron Holy Trinity Peace Village, in Eastern Equatoria, to discuss the role of customary authority in... more»
The miracle of Pentecost does happen, though not in tongues of flame. More like a...
Learning from human rights and humanitarian crises in Africa
A Norman castle in the north-east of...
Last month in Yirol I bought a heifer—a brindled two-year old, not yet in calf....
An item in the Times Literary Supplement of 23 June, apropos a poetry anthology called Capitals, states that...