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in the beginning

wear a cheap mask
to bed.

kid, your mama

she can’t
touch a baby
without touching
a baby

that’s hers.

small brain,
I have less
to wash.

extramural (iii)

the fireplace is on drugs. get the good rope and tie it around the wrist of the hand I want dead.

on a drive I’ve undertaken to see my brother, it comes to me that odd things were being sold. 70 more words


She fixes things and loves them again. Beautiful, I say, like they were never lost. The feel of a secondhand memory brushes by me, repurposed and romanticised, the beach, under my breath. 67 more words


Trip to the rock hewn Washa Michael Church in Addis !

Tesfa and I went  with his 4 wheel drive to the  rock hewn Washa Michael Church.  This ancient and historic church is buitl against one of the hills that surround Addis Ababa.

A real experience!

Addis Ababa

“ The Dark of Limbo ” ~ begs a morrow ~

I reach for her
Tho well I know
‘Tis but a shadow
I shall find,
I call her name
And hear awash
Its echoed sound… 47 more words

My Poetry

Currents Strong and True

your message
in a bottle – binary
glass and sand
adrift on digital seas
awash on every shore


© Steve Mitchell 2014


Awash to Harar (Part 1)

I can’t believe that I have already been in Ethiopia for 3 months! I arrived in early July, three bags full of cheese and chocolates (and some other necessities) that are already finished and have settled into Addis Ababa (the capital) for the time being. 884 more words