Clarity Comes in the Morning
On my walk this morningaround the lake that’s heard mecry, laugh, mourn, and celebrate I felllegs in a front-and-back gymnastic poseand breathed out a small whi...
Author: Khaya Ronkainen
Khaya Ronkainen writes poetry, creative nonfiction and fiction. This blog explores all things writing and living, aka personal history, cross-cultural experiences, nature, language, and the many ways people carry home within and across borders.
Making Room for Care: A Day in Hands
Before a house has a voice, it has hands. It’s hands that stir before dawn, not with fanfare but enough to tilt the day into motion. In half-light, hands sweep ...
Who Speaks for Peace?
Peace— in a temple of powerone god calls himself a leaderanother calls himself the leaderother gods chime inproclaiming their godlinessall these gods declare wa...