Petrichor

I amLike the earthParchedWaiting for rainTo restore lifeTo release petrichor,That smell of earthDrunk on water drops. I amLike the earthParchedWaiting for youTo restore lifeTo release meSo I can get drunk againOn the words from your lips.

Countries Visited on a Whim

There should be a placeFor sunken shipsFor lost thingsFor wounded hearts There should be a placeFor restoring the sunkenFor finding the lostFor healing the wounded There should be a placeFor things discarded too easilyWeightless, unwanted thingsPackages labelled FragileLeft unclaimed in lost luggage departmentsof Countries visited on a whim.

Tips on Wasting Time when you’re supposed to be Writing

1. Take a selfie. Nothing like some good, old narcissism to get the creative juices going. 2. Take your puppy for her third walk of the day and then wonder why she keeps lying in the grass, refusing to budge. 3. Spread the pages of your first draft around because sorting through it all shouldContinue reading “Tips on Wasting Time when you’re supposed to be Writing”

On Why I Shamelessly Promote My Book

It’s been a month since the release of my book, and I find myself constantly promoting the book by whatever means I can think of, including social media. I do this, not just for selfish reasons, though I will admit to those, but because my publishing house, Mawenzi House publishes diverse voices.  Publishing is aContinue reading “On Why I Shamelessly Promote My Book”