Beauty is all around us. Your poem speaks heavenly of the sea.
But it evoked a memory of mine. While visiting the parents of a student in our doctoral program in Dhaka, Bangladesh, my host, the student's father, drove me to the bank of the Ganges River. I'll never forget what I saw there. Hundreds of sailboats, mostly small sailing both directions on the river with white sails marking their direction, without a sound. It was amazing not hearing a single motor, just the passing of these boats driven only by the silence of the wind.
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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But it evoked a memory of mine. While visiting the parents of a student in our doctoral program in Dhaka, Bangladesh, my host, the student's father, drove me to the bank of the Ganges River. I'll never forget what I saw there. Hundreds of sailboats, mostly small sailing both directions on the river with white sails marking their direction, without a sound. It was amazing not hearing a single motor, just the passing of these boats driven only by the silence of the wind.
Ron