At this late hour and this great distance of
Forty years later I find Karen Smith
In my memory where she lives now with
A few other girls I will always love
And saw again the reason why it was
The way it was was simply just because
The way it was was how it had to be
But I wish Karen Smith was here with me
(And should you insist I should have said were
Then you did not know no did not know her)
Searching for her in your heart and soul. She must have been a wonderful friend. Memories always stay with us and come back at uncertain times. Hope you find her again someday.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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as soon as she reads it.
Well done, Steven. Lovely, in fact. And I'll bet that Karen
will think so too, as soon as she reads it. And I hope she
does. - Gene.