Sunday
“There’ve always been Sunday mornings like this,/ when God became young again/ and looking back you see/ that childhood was a Sunday morning.” By Kendel Hippolyte, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More
“There’ve always been Sunday mornings like this,/ when God became young again/ and looking back you see/ that childhood was a Sunday morning.” By Kendel Hippolyte, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More
“A gleaming wanting to withhold itself and almost doing that, almost/ slipping back into the green, unnoticed but for the shift of light…”
By Kendel Hippolyte.