I Come Home After the Storm
YASHIKA GRAHAM
I come home and come away
from the dark as much bashed in
as the house I was born in
at once full and empty and still
looking back from the gate
Category: Yashika Graham
There is only wailing, The first cries & Inheritance
But my father knew well how to dodge me,/from I was knee high till the last time/we sat on the concrete, his face wet and wilted/with pleading and pretence, with his fear/of court and child support.
Birdie
Yashika Graham Nursing home hostage seeks young accomplice. Must be willing to fight and not...
Berkshire Road, Coordinates Unknown
Yashika Graham They do not call the place Puss Hole like the people do, but a government name, a through-road clogged with shops and gravel passes leading to zinc roof illusions amid the trees.They do not call it an avenue, not...
