Category: Poetry 7

The Admiral

GEOFFREY PHILP Freed by an obeah woman, who wanted”a likkle company every Friday eveling,”the Admiral, when everyone else was asleep,would crawl down his pedestal to answerthe summons to her bed where he’d...

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NIKKI WILLIAMS bus wheels, life cycles — spin like history,full three sixty. bloodstreams, landlines — ropes crossed on pay cycles,knotty trails bearing skewed titles. burnt bridges, cloud kingdoms;sparks, embers,...

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