Hips sway seductive, turn of calf, swell of breast, are balanced. I've said before I am no woman lover but the shape of you calls me to caress forbidden places, taste delights I should not know. You will not know of my temptation. That apple I will not bite. The core is too bitter.
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.
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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