Morvant Landing
They said his mother was an Obeah woman who came from far up
in the mountains. She made a rain in Morvant so implausible
the people called her name in vain and
she was never seen again.
Apr 20, 2020 | Issue 5, Kwasi Shade, Poetry 5 | 0 |
They said his mother was an Obeah woman who came from far up
in the mountains. She made a rain in Morvant so implausible
the people called her name in vain and
she was never seen again.
Nov 13, 2019 | Highlights 4, Issue Four, Kwasi Shade, Poetry 4, PREE 4 | 0 |
Kwasi Shade Love was a feeling mischief when you exit; while you talked morse code and I sod to take it “Give me your hands;” I needed therapy I lacked your languid modesty.Drunken monasteries bellowed mefawn in the...
Nov 13, 2018 | Fiction, Fiction 2, Issue Two: Pressure, Kwasi Shade | 0 |
Kwasi Shade There, on a rock, stood the secret black parish where the sky was conceived. This was...
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