Mosi-oa-Tunya - by
The last place for a waterfall, no mountains or valleys,
/ horizons flat as summer seas, then from thirty miles,
/ a white tower…
Africa
The Victoria Falls - by
So hushed, so hot, the broad Zambesi lies
/ Above the Falls, and on her weedy isles
/ Swing antic monkeys swarm malignant…
Connecting Cultures - by
Such words can sound like flagged-up slogans, true. / What we merely say says nothing — / All that matters…
Hyena - by
I am waiting for you.
/ I have been travelling all morning through the bush
/ and not eaten.
/ I am lying at the edge…
A Year of Grace - by
I’m getting a year of grace
/ from my year of pain and rage,
/ my year of famine —
/ a year to study film
/ production…