Category Archives: Country

msf’d

i am, and that’s the way it is. last saturday night, we stood in a puddle around stacked soda crates, a goat sizzling over coals beside us, when the three, buzzed-out speakers in the canteen started to play this song … Continue reading

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rain

early last week, our logistician returned to the mission. he said that on his drive to dagahaley, he passed a truck, stuck, sunk, people pushing to and fro, while its wheels spit sand. he and the driver stopped to help, … Continue reading

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the great battle

hey.  tomorrow night?  movie night?” someone asked. ”why not,” the surgeon answered, reclined on a mattress we’ve leaned up against a wall below the razor wire. “i’ve got nothing else on.” ”i can’t.  i’ve got tickets to a concert,” our … Continue reading

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news

i’ve been away.  it was a place much like dagahaley.  the difference was, when i tired of the heat, or the sand, i would wade into water near as clear as air, and swim between schools of skipping fish that … Continue reading

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All along the water tower

so little water.  it hasn’t rained here for two years.  we get ours from boreholes dug deep in the dirt, metres down where hidden lakes hover between layers of clay.  we bring them to the top, hold them in tanks, … Continue reading

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