“I’m sorry.” It was a simple statement, filled with honesty and sadness, but truth was evident in the man’s voice . . .
The rain stops now and I shake my head to fling the last drop off my big straw hat. It have a freezing trickle of water running down my arm, a silver ball escaping down to the tip of my finger. Forest rain does be like that: cold in the humidity, shining like hell when the light touch it . . .
At night you lie awake, kept up by the sounds of running feet and children’s eerie laughter . . .
Featured: Black Interest
- Mr. Loverman
- HNIC (limited edition signed package)
- I Am a Promise
- God Carlos
- The Warmest December
- The Accidental Hunter
- Confessions of a Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha
- The Gospel According to Cane
- Dance of the Jakaranda
- Lost Canyon
- The Spring Thrills Digit
- New-Generation African Poets: A Chapbook Box Set (Sita)