You remembered the gray
and when it came it was
a thing nearly visible, a coming in
and going out of nothing
you could name. You tried
to hold it in your lungs as though
it were a sacrament you could give back
to the body, your eyelids fluttering
then closing against
that too-muchness.
You folded your hands
around the teacup, watched
its rising steam enfold
the day's half-light. All this
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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Powerfully descriptive. A wonderful word picture! Brava...!
Hanley