when a young man
dances
on nowhere street
walking
the road
a long and empty highway
accepting
no defeat
alone
who carries
all his
young boy lost dreams
no one knows
how
the young man believes
eyes behind window panes
never see
the season' s change
where
tomorrow
is never the same
a simple truth
for those
who walk nowhere street
Yes. Gritty and real. It's nice when you're on the street to be going somewhere. But when you're going nowhere and can get quite scary as the seasons change.
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
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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