Drums and Words

A Celebration of Life and Wisdom



My face that settles, beams and blushes, Sees beauty when she like a fleeting fish The surface brushes, and I through joy and pain, Am happy for the ripples that remain.           Featured Image: Unknown artist

Where are You Imana?

Fingers strain, clasp, dig. Sinewed fists clench machete Above figures falling like murdered shadows. A red sun glares like eyes carved into dark faces.   It descends and night is filled with crimson. Night deepens and darkness falls upon fantic…