Berbere ~ James Murren

Driving home from the office on Addis Ababa evenings, but not all,   The berbere makers would grind chiles and spices into a mix   In small mills on the back streets, the smells floating over the beeswax   Candlestick sellers and men drinking coffee, passing through the car window.   Berbere is found in [...]

Untold Story ~ Michael Ace

A girl asks her mother what her father looked like. The mother stared down at her own little portrait, And marvelled at the crystals on her body.   Truly, everything made of black is beautiful. But she knows better Than to speak life into a forgotten scar. Life makes things bleed.   She knows We [...]