No Images By William Waring Cuney She does not know her beauty, she thinks her brown body has no glory. If she could dance naked under palm trees and see her image in the river, she would know. But there are no palm trees on the street, and dish water gives back no images.
One day the Sun didn’t shine. She hid her face behind some clouds. But she looked kinda funny because the cirrus clouds around her eyes gave her a monobrow and the stratus ones under her nose looked like a moustache! So she ducked behind Mt. Kenya and kept very still and quiet. See, of the […]
This is the short narrative of a baby, an aunt and sleep..enjoy 🙂 Her beautiful form tosses restlessly in my arms. From her little mouth,she gurgles cute incoherent words as she throws her limbs about in delight. She stops lashing about and stares directly at me,her steady gaze meets mine and as I look into […]