Karibu, dada wangu. Hapa, wewe ni nyumbani. Welcome, my sister. Here, you are home. Home. And to this home, may you always return.
~ Jen Lynn Anderson
Failure has a hacksaw to my anklesand right now there is nothingI want more than to learnhow to walk on my hands.
I am a poem in progresswith no clear beginning or endingjust a middleuntended, unintended,unfinished, hanging therelike the breath before a question
