the nature of the beast the whereabouts of a peace corps volunteer in the west region of Cameroon.
poem
twilight
Les filles c’est comme des poupées russes. Chaque fois qu’on croit tenir la bonne, on en découvre une nouvelle.
I miss Miss Susie
Miss Susie had a steamboat/ the steamboat had a bell (ding ding)/ Miss Susie went to Heaven/ The Steamboat went to/ Hello operator, please give me number 9/ And if you disconnect me/ I’ll kick you from.. Behind the fridgerator/ there was a piece of glass./ Miss Susie sat upon it/ and broke her little/ […]
winter haiku
a haiku from my cousin Dallas: leaves drop then blow away snow falls and blankets the ground winter wonderland