Author: Sanah Johnsen Daniel Mara

  • The Art Of The Rain Dance

    The Art Of The Rain Dance

    Lake Sonfon was unusually dry for this time of year. The usual crystal clear lake, by this time of year, would have water lapping gently on the green, lush grass that embroidered its edges. The lake usually projected fertility, vitality, and serenity. Different species of birds, too many to name and a vast number of…

  • Misery Loves Company

    Misery Loves Company

    Let’s talk about hatred Let’s have a conversation without restraint  Have you ever noticed your enemies are always nearby? Have you noticed you could get more support from a stranger passing by? I mean think about it, ponder your deepest conscience  Is your friend really your friend? Think for a bit, be more conscious  Is…

  • When In Roam

    When In Roam

    The personification of depression The realization of regression I digress I write not to impress I write from the heart From my cold beating heart I write with all my heart So as this ink spills with each pump Each spill spills with purpose Purposeful intentions Let me weave ideas you can visualize Let me…

  • Blood On The Leaves

    Blood On The Leaves

    Blood on the leaves The story of our lives I put my pen to paper I shed a tear with my ink Im about to tell a story A story about the future and history Place your hand in mine Take a walk with me in the sunshine The sun rays hit the grass blades…

  • Sunday Morning Na Di Mami E Veranda (Sunday Morning On Granny’s Porch)

    What a beautiful morning, the smell of the hibiscus flower drifts through the fresh, crisp air. Such an inviting fragrance. Birds and insects fly around in no particular direction, the cock crows as the gold rays of the sun filter through the pale blue sky. The sound of nature’s orchestra conducted by the supreme being…

  • The Cross Roads Devil

    Memories made in the coldest winter I let out a whisper, my breath freezes The words turn to icicles and crash into the ground I shiver and tremble  My teeth chatters and my tongue stiffens I walk down the path with trepidation Each step slower than the last  I can’t bear the cold anymore Though…

  • Carpe Diem

    Soft touches with rough hands, feel them caress your features Mother Nature nurtures us while lady luck guides us to our futures In an alternate universe where man knows no tragedy Would we finally embrace one another and live in harmony? Gentle kisses from Father Time, with luscious lips on each cheek We hatch from…

  • The Eclipse Of Heart Break

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  • “Di Salone Uman” The Sierra Leonean Woman

    Let me weave a taleA tale of elegance and magnificenceA tale of beings so out of this worldTheir mere presence molded the earthFrom the tip of the Nile to the jungles of MadagascarTheir grace shone like the river Congo under the burning sunTheir curves could only be compared to the palm tree swayingSwaying In the…

  • Endless Questions

    What would you trade your humanity for? How much is your soul worth? Will you ever loan it to another? Hypothetically, of course In another lifetime In another place If you met your match While taking a lonely march In an open patch On a hot month of March Scorching hot like a flaming match…

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