Ndebele woman selling handmade lace. Downtown Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. June 1994.
My parents were missionaries, so we grew up there during our formative years. I miss Bulawayo a lot sometimes.
E. Kabakoff
I know, it has been too long. But believe me when I say that I have been enjoying a much needed siesta since the fantastic success of the first ever season of Impossible Language and am in the planning stages of season two. There will be more poems and art. Promise.
In the meantime, let’s take a...
Printed April 1970. ("AA618" written on back)
I turned 30 on November 18th. It’s been a magical week with white roses, projections of Kurosawa films, dancing, champagne, friends, family, and one huge party with a haiku competition. This year’s haiku theme: me. Memphis, TN. 2015.
My great-grandmother (seated left) with a friend in Arkansas. Early 1970s.
Please support this poet during these times! <3
Hawaii, 1968. Taken by my great-grandmother on vacation.