Good question in a great poem. Are you talking to me? If you are, I will put forth my answer: It really doesn't matter. It's called, "Disposal," and how it's done and who with, are academic, My Good Man, . Within the past three years, I've lost a wife who had stopped believing, close relatives, and young friends who shouldn't have died. I no longer find comfort in religious teaching and promises. Therefore, I truly believe that our lives are like those of other animals, wonderful, and rewarding, to be lived as full and harmlessly as possible. Further, I am at all times, prepared to accept death as the end of it all. Bible-based man-made promises are just that, promises. The above is MY belief, and does not constitute a point of argument or discussion, and surely not an attempt to invite me into directions for the sake of my soul. I apologize if this shocks you in any way. - Bill
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
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.