He was perched atop an acacia tree, still as a sentinel, guarding, surveying the savannah. I watched from the stone
Sometimes you try to keep things a secret but the Universe has other plans. Over the past few months, while working on a novel set in my birthplace of Jamaica and weaving in some ancestry stories, I created a character out of my imagination. This character was a woman who loved birds and had a room full of birds… (Read more by clicking on title)
Requiem for the Redwing Blackbirds.