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Poetry7 months ago

   A monk once told me in Hangzhou’s mist-draped hills: *“To answer ‘ha!’ is to clap with one hand—soundless, yet the valley answers.”*   In Lagos, a Yoruba drummer paused mid-rhythm,

the sun is setting over a body of water

Poetry5 months ago

(A poignant portrayal of a mother’s love amid suffering) No Madonna and Child could touchHer tenderness for a sonShe soon would have to forget… The air was heavy with odorsOf

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