For the longest time my heart has been in labor
Words kicked and pushed
Cold sweat wetted my face
Sticky with sweat I desperately wished
For images to be born on already stained sheets
For the longest time I was pregnant with ripening metaphors
Slowly developing in my mind’s amniotic fluids
Double my weight I dragged myself around
Large with unwanted expectations
I tried to stand on swollen feat that had walked me
All the way to Eden and back
Weary I carried dreams fathered by strangers
I tossed and turned in my sleep still could not come down
For the longest time I searched for a name for
The cuckoo’s egg bedded in my soul
Destined to be born unwanted and unperceived
Demandingly ceaselessly growing inside of me
For the longest time I waited for the waters to break
For relieve of this alien burden
For the moment it would be visible touchable independent
For the cut of the umbilical chord
For it to be born
For me to be finally free
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
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.