Best Lodging Poems

Elder jays roam  the tainted winds in herds,
Alighting  upstream like most  holy birds
Into  the threshold  of  an inky  night,
And  journey forth  with  brave rafters, onwards
For lofty a view,  their sweet rest’s delight.

Although  clouds...

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As the wind flagellates heavily,  
I catch the scent of cigarette smoke,  
a familiar plunge—  
greased lightning before my nostrils,  
whirling memories of laughter,  
of twilight conversations,  
in the heart of old Kazungula.  

With a beer in hand,...

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