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I am working on editing my poems for another chapbook. This time I want perfect binding, not staples. Many of my poems are very personal, very African, and nature oriented. Poetry sings in my soul.
The attack aged us instantlyLike mideastern humus.Transported us afar.With bewildered children on our lapsNever before questions asked.Parents looked to the sky and their pastFor the right answers. Grandparents flashbacked to the Great War.