“Each moment is transient, gone as quickly as it appears, the journey playing out like an unedited film.”
“Each moment is transient, gone as quickly as it appears, the journey playing out like an unedited film.”
The river smell becomes the rain smell, and the rain comes, as it always does, expected but surprising, changing everything.
“Whatever had happened—the way the clouds moved, where the light shone, what was going through my head, that radiance—was another chapter in a story that began a half-century ago.”
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“Nigerian poet Wendy Okeke uses the dark recent past of political failure, youth angst, and government violence against its own citizens as a point of entrance in poems that resonate with sensuality, self-affirmation, and a continuous search for freedom.”
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A poem from South African poet and journalist poet Gershwin Wanneburg.
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From the moment Gonzalez made Mercutio real for me, I was inside the story, experiencing it as if for the first time. I was affronted: the cost of hate was too high, the sacrifice of youth beyond justifiable.
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