I Call Him Brother 

Raised under the same roof we each earned our names, though I have always called him brother. Children of the sun, sprung from what cultured raised, carved bold under the gold pip of Africa's scepter. The fiery flesh of that mighty watcher  colored us with grace, showered our shoulder with the warmth needed to see … Continue reading I Call Him Brother 

Gone Fishing 

The waters edge was more lenient. He remembered watching on from the banks as long shadows cast nets against the early sun. Barely was the light free from its hiding had the men liberated their vessels from the shores and taken to the open water. He remembers hearing the merriment dancing up to the shore, carried … Continue reading Gone Fishing