By Allison Thompson and Alissandra Cummins The ancient watercourses of my island Echo of river, trickle, worn stone, The sunken voice of glitter inching its pattern to the sea, Memory of foam, fossil, erased beaches high above the eaten boulders of st philip My mother is a pool Kamau (...)
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