A Villanelle I will never write a villanelle— The French have a different kind of voice. Though villanelles are loved in both heaven and
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Ocean of Storms We were born to the winter, cold moods and gusts. Why do we love lingering ruin? We know the damage runs
DRINKING NECTAR By Ozota Gerald Obinna
DRINKING NECTAR Mama Nnuku! Its four years your daughter drank nectars and shut her gate over our faces ___ what kind of mother drinks and
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Isn’t It Something? What is it in my face, my hair, my walk that’s reminiscent of Harriet, Genevieve, or Ruth? All the old men
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Grand Little Things 