I reach down within myself, I must feel the agony, It must have a source beyond understanding. Some solidarity to it, it is the only way to make since of it all. Love and hate mingle in my heart, the confusion overwhelming me. Can I find it? Is it there? The strength to move forward, to pull myself from this avenue of pain and heartache?
My heart is like a thundering sky, it beats...it beats.. Is the fear going to cloud my mind? Shall I let it, I know that it would. It beats..I feel the pulsing behind my eyes, the feelings are so intense, alive, real. How can anything like this be? Surely a person could perish underneath the intensity of this heartache. It must be released.. It must come forward and up and out. It mustn't stay below to fester and grow.
It feels like a hundred knives stuck in my heart and my mind says to scream... Scream for help.. Scream for your life, pull it from deep down within and let it ripple the air waves. I know that I must, I must.. For I have to go on.
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
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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