Gâteau d’amour

Suhail AlHammady My Milania: It’s quite odd how all places become a replica of one another when you are away! Dreadful is Paris without the tiny wrinkles that so joyfully…

Moment of Silence

Wafula p’Khisa [In memory of Wakini Kuria] A tale is told of your heart, its warmth and tendernessThat touched lives in ways nobody can properly expressThose who saw you, sing…

Solace

David Estringel what to do with these moody blues? words capture little, collapsing on the tongue. like wicker baskets of water, the head can’t hold thoughts that run cold, along…