A Green Bird Goes

A warm wind blows south

While a cold one goes north

And a bird flies them both

Trying to find a balance

Within the change

When warm winds fly south

And cold birds fly north.

Then the green bird

With black feathers

Sat on a branch

On a tree

On a cliff

Between forest and plain

Between mountain and sea

Between living and life.

That green bird sat

Watching the winds move

North and south

And thinking: which way to go?

Then a whisper from the wind said:

“Lift your wings.”

And so the green bird

With black feathers did.

And so she sailed north

Then south

Then…

 


The Way

Wearing the scars of a hundred solitudes,

I march in a direction unknown.

Sea breeze fills my ears with kindness

Near a place that is not my home.

The ocean roars madly

On a calm and peaceful day.

While people talk wildly,

Without anything real to say.

Yet, an orange tree grows quietly

Far, far away.

And so I wonder:

Will I remember this beautiful day?

 


Typhoon Haiyan

 
 

It began with a whiff of a distant breeze.

Old Paco Salvador knew what that meant.

He'd been on the Phillipine shores all his life.

He'd lost three children and his last wife.


Maps of Africa

Each of these four maps of Africa has a story to tell about Africa.
For my stories about Africa, please scroll down to the index on the right called “Other Schrapnel” where you'll see “Africa Tales” and “Congo Stories.”
This first map shows the great green belt that is the grasslands and jungles of Africa. It is the heart and lungs of Africa. But that belt is shrinking, leaving more of the arid deserts shown in brown.

Last Tour Days

 

I thought I'd spend one last day as a tourist here in Lisbon, Portugal. So if you want to catch a glimpse of Lisbon, then tune right in.










About This Place…

"This website is dedicated to the many people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo who have suffered and died."

 

The writer was a journalist, prosecutor, and Canadian soldier who is now trying to help the people who live in the DR Congo.

 

The photographs and the commentary here are solely those of the writer and his pet dog named "Bark." The United Nations and MONUSCO have nothing to do with this website.

Similarly, the township of Puskokum in eastern Tennessee is equally not interested.