An Obituary for Footwear
around him were stacked books in an African language more ancient than English don’t stop now… read on!
around him were stacked books in an African language more ancient than English don’t stop now… read on!
although there is no evidence that the Enugwu man loves his lover less, as it is in their dining table, so it is in Coal City’s restaurant: she jealously sees to their food, in and out of their home. don’t stop now… read on!
‘He could easily be my father.’ He told his wife, ‘I won’t want my father stranded without a passport in the middle of a journey…’ don’t stop now… read on!
All this is getting boring, actually: nice Ethiopians, nice Somalis, nice Kenyans… My instincts tell me that the population of the Horn have to be more complicated than this. don’t stop now… read on!
At a reading, someone once asked what inspired my poem, ‘Sudan! Sudan!’ The short answer was: crossing the longest river in the world, during a visit to the largest country don’t stop now… read on!