Two timids are sealed off in separate boxes made of crystal glass that dazzle the window shoppers
One sleeps alone with the one she calls her snake oil salesman who was saintly before the nuptials
Other timid takes no chances his air is cold close to the bone choices that led to the box
Neither knows how to say that some times call for drastic decisions some call sins
Both wrap themselves in tvbooksnyoungones rather than cry tears demanding affection's reflections from the other's box...break the glass.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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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