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verses: May 2012
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. May 1, 2012. We come from Africa. Jacaranda trees and blue. Sky, petrol shortage and. Bad economy, this sleepy. City, one lane roads,. Red dust covers everything;. Old white buildings and. Front stoops caked in dusty. Orange under a yellow. Sun and big sky, fires. Burning, roast chicken and. Kids playing, quietly braiding. Hair at the front door. Puddles swell as clouds break. Heat, turning dust to mud. And streets to rivers. Dusk, I was happy. Forgot the world, the. In Mtandire ...
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verses: February 2012
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. Feb 9, 2012. We left the city in an early morning haze of pollution and sunrise, making our way through flat green valleys and into Western Ghat mountains. We are on our way to the smaller city of Pune about three hours north of Mumbai. With a population of roughly 3 million, Pune is the second biggest city in Maharashtra state after Mumbai (population ±16 million). How could it not be accounted for? For photos from my trip to Mumbai, visit SDI's Facebook. Ariana k. macpherson.
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verses: In a Risky Place: Women & Sanitation in Nairobi's Slums
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. Apr 26, 2013. In a Risky Place: Women and Sanitation in Nairobi's Slums. 8220;As women we are in a very, very risky place.” - Doris Museti, Mukuru Kwa Reuben, Nairobi. Jane Weru, Executive Director of AMT, begins by describing the unique circumstances of Mukuru. “It’s a contiguous belt of slums that the SDI team guesses is larger than Kibera [*]. When a fire erupted in Mukuru Sinai in September 2011, the door was opened once again for landowners to begin sending eviction threats ...
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verses: August 2009
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. Aug 26, 2009. Over Santa Fe valley;. It is mid-afternoon. A. Slow wind begins in. The trees and I. Imagine it will grow. By midnight the wind whistles,. Bare branches, carrying the. The dark valley, leaving. Exposed the bare night. Sky, full of bright stars. Aug 17, 2009. It could have been so easy. To find my place. In his bed again. To find the empty space. It could have been so easy. To lose myself,. It could have been so easy. To fall away from life. And into my dark. I spent...
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verses: January 2008
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. Jan 30, 2008. My ancestors are creeping up around me. In my dreams they haunt me, taunting me with shrill songs and pregnant silences. Yiayia stands, shrunken and small, at the front of a large hall. She is singing in soft crackling English I know she never knew. Baba sits at the back, Mommy Iris by his side. She is alert and young and he shrivels beside her. His eyes are blank and distant, his mouth hanging open with too many years of speaking. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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verses: Malawi Series
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. May 1, 2012. We come from Africa. Jacaranda trees and blue. Sky, petrol shortage and. Bad economy, this sleepy. City, one lane roads,. Red dust covers everything;. Old white buildings and. Front stoops caked in dusty. Orange under a yellow. Sun and big sky, fires. Burning, roast chicken and. Kids playing, quietly braiding. Hair at the front door. Puddles swell as clouds break. Heat, turning dust to mud. And streets to rivers. Dusk, I was happy. Forgot the world, the. In Mtandire ...
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verses: April 2012
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By Ariana K. MacPherson. Apr 11, 2012. Kisenyi is busy with life. Clouds part to take a breath. And for a moment, we see sun. How do I write about. Naked babies standing in. Shit and mud, and at the. Same time, their smiles. How do I tell the truth. About these places -. That they are beautiful. But also, that people need. Homes, that they shit in the open. And sleep on cardboard. It is a strange thing. To be moved to tears. By beauty, or humanity,. What do I do with those tears? Injustice, facing death.
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Feather Thy Nest: July 2011
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Creating a beautiful home and family with my fabulous groom and new baby daughter as we enjoy a simple yet abundant life together. Thursday, July 21, 2011. 165 weeks, and the Proud-Parents-to-Be. Hello and Happy Mother's Day to all! This weekend felt extra special for us- today we had a picnic in the Arborretum across the street from us and saw all the blooming lilacs. It was nice to be pampered today by my adoring husband for Mother's-to-be Day. :). Much love and hugs,. Bun in the oven. Actually, Osei d...
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Feather Thy Nest: Daddy Caught a Good One!
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Creating a beautiful home and family with my fabulous groom and new baby daughter as we enjoy a simple yet abundant life together. Monday, December 5, 2011. Daddy Caught a Good One! I'm not sure how (or why) Osei thought to wrap and carry Palesa like this, but it certainly stopped her fussing, despite her expression here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A born-and-raised Boulder girl who left the Colorado Mountains for the bustling jungle of New York City, and then followed love to Boston.
