land without thunder
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Sisters mine, beloveds those bones are not my child. I am a woman at point zero; unburnable. The wind done gone into a dark alliance forged from the devil’s pulpit. Daughters of the Sun, Women of the Moon a mercy, please. Let’s make dust tracks and leave the dilemma of this ghost to those who…
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I don’t know if the Heinneman African Writer Series (AWS) was one of those Chess record label deals where the artists didn’t get paid according to the value of their work to the music appreciating audience but rather according to the skinflint economics of record label owners. I haven’t researched it so I can’t say.…
Tichaona Chinyelu 