This town's gotten fat,
guzzling from gas pumps and plaster
statues representing the ages
of Aquarius now well spent
The steel structures of the Kulpa Gallery
were left behind the Streetlight,
where raindrops dribbled through phone booths
and rusted where no quarter was given
for artists trying to turn over a New Leaf
The Moon, once heavy with the flotsam mist
notches her girdle once more, for hunger
knows few cousins closer than darkness
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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
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Stunning! "hunger knows few cousins closer than darkness" that line epitomizes poetry. This is a master stroke!
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)