A few days ago and years before

Screen shot from the Atticus Review website.

10 days before Christmas, depending on your location in this little world that still seems so divided, and I’m struggling to feel it.

I’ve gotten used to living near the lowest point of Africa where this time of year is actually warmer and not at all wintery. Maybe these days it’s not that much warmer than where I came from originally, with climate change and all.

My mind is full of worry about people I don’t really know, in another part of the world I have not even visited. But, after waking up from the slumber of falsehoods in my youth, I grew to know about them and their decades of struggle under a power that is armed by bigger empires of previous centuries.

It seems almost selfish then to share personal news at this moment, such as this piece that has been published in The Atticus Review.

The poem was written when my mother was still with us in this world. I’d like to believe she is elsewhere happier.

A few days ago I wrote another poem about her and my father. It got published in the AVBOB Poetry website. It’s called “Another 14 Years.”

I wish to thank the editors of The Atticus Review and the AVBOB Poetry website for welcoming my work.

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