Beloved 2019 . We cannot say goodbye.NO . 2019 ,You remain the mirror on which we see dreams we slept through during our golden nights . 2019, You are the message inscribed on footprints on wide and narrow paths we passed through and walked past .We embrace the ambiance of the 2020 SUN with groping hearts and willing spirits .We walk up the ladders of the earthly bridge between You 2019 AND 2020 armed with creative zeal , positive confidence and Godly trust that we are meeting our new BELOVED 2020 . Nevertheless , we caress our 2019 mixed hearts with REFLECTIONS by WOMAWORDS Poets , Scribes and Writers . We have already packed our selected bags for 2020 and also our throats are dry , we cannot easily say GOODBYE 2019 . We embark also in this our glorious journey into 2020 clutching leftovers of 2019 blessings and again with fistfuls of grace and gifts of the year AHEAD.We celebrate the cross over into another year of DEFINITION drinking global poetic juices of United States of America , United Kingdom , Bulgaria, Sierra Leone , Botswana , Zimbabwe , Rwanda and many other countries -( WOMAWORDS EDITOR)
HE IS OSIEPA
He is Osiepa
The kiss on my lips
Food for my soul
Everything I want and much more
He is my friend
Osiepa to be exact
Just know aheri ahinya
Tightest connection ever
Ikelo kwe ichunya
He is Osiepa
A friend for life
My muse, my mood board
An inspiration for my words
The catalyst for the release
Release of thoughts into feelings Feelings into words
Words once lost
But now found in you
He is my friend
The reason my heart feels warm
A splash of bright colored paint
Speaking to my palette
Igniting excitement in my life
New images, new memories
Nothing like a new coat of paint
Fresh paint for a new start
He is Osiepa
A true friend
Freedom to be myself
My new beginning
My brand new picture of life
My new partner in life’s walk
He is Osiepa
A friend for life
Someone to share life moments with
Walking the different life series as one
Cutting slices of life together
Eating life together
Making a life together
Sharing the pieces both big and small
He is my friend
Osiepa, from beginning to end
No other can take his place Imperfections and all, podi aheri
You my friend are perfect for me
BEATRICE OTHIENO AHERE,a creative spirit, with a deep and quiet soul. She has great belief in the motherland Africa and her richness often mistaken for poverty. Her passion is working with young people and women to amplify their powerful voices to maximize their potentials and break the chains that hold us back. Words are her power tool that ensure her thoughts are not just shadows but a light to a path of change. Dismantling the status quo and the socially accepted norms that create imbalance in our lives and are deeply rooted in who we are and determine our thoughts and actions give her a reason to inhale and exhale hoping for a better today and future. Through her work, facilitates platforms for young people to showcase their talents. This includes working with poets, bands, hop artists, graffiti art expression to explore social conscious messaging. She worked with young people to curate art for peace during the last elections in Kenya as well as facilitating a safe space platform for creative arts for peace in South Sudan for young Sudanese living in the diaspora in Kenya.
That curious dream came spiraling through time
When birds came to charm me into the season
And gracious petals danced across my journey
Unveiling my ambitious pending home
For venturing braveness amid my life
Yet above the trees towering above my life
Shadowing but eloquent over time
Past the smoldering the fearless season
Firm nor flexed vexing me along my journey
Since unreasoning focused on my home
Confusing nor amusing the following behind my home
But bright lights scattering between them and my life
Caring nor daring their sparks flicker after time
But balance is weakening about your season
Forgiving nor forgetting that I have been expecting my journey
When diligently envisioning beyond the journey
Dynamic and fantastic is my wandering until I find home
When fearless thoughts hush worrying about life
When principals whispering past time
Then kindness wielding day dreams upon my season
TRACY YVONNE BREAZILE, a Writer living in the United States of America. She was granted the opportunity to serve as Writer/Mentor in Residence with the 2018 Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Mentorship Program, originated by Mbizo Chrirasha.Breazile studied Language and Literature with a concentration in Professional Writing at Columbus State University, Columbus, Georgia, USA. The graphic images collected here are selected from the 2018 Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Mentorship Program Poetic Rhetoric and Composition Workbook she created to aid participants seeking to learn about poetic forms and functions. She would like to help people voice their feelings and attitudes about the many conflicts and dilemmas that frequent the human frame. She is currently working with Mbizo Chrirasha in hopes to inspire writers to create short stories. The program aims to discover the mechanics of the short story and illustrate some of the various genre and styles that a writer might like to utilize in their stories. Peace is her passion. She is currently working on a collection of poetry echoing culture and customs of Africa. This work includes definitions and examples of various forms and functions of poetry as it has evolved through the ages. It is her hope that freedoms of speech encompass the entire globe. She would like to help people voice their feelings and attitudes about their conflicts and dilemmas through poetry. Her poetry is included in anthologies such as “Expressions of the Heart.”
HOLIDAY SEASONS( a heart rending message to the departed soul around Christmas).
The joy of the Holiday Season is a ploy to express happiness for many. Faraway, in a Heavenly Land filled with lush flowers of every color, tranquility, candlelit rooms, crystalline waters, and pure love is the Spiritual Home of your loved ones. There is a grandiose beauty and undisturbed calm that is not recognized by humankind. Anguish, sadness, frustration, confusion, a sense of helplessness, and anger are a few of the many emotions in the hearts of the beloved ones left behind. Many tears are shed during the Month of December as Christmas Carols are sung and the devotion to commercialization is an entrapment of such petulant and irresponsible financial behaviors. A celebratory season, many create that is ephemeral and anachronism without compassion to the poor and homeless ones. Perhaps, their only friend is the darkness of the night that hides them from your snug condemnations. Your dearest one that have passed away have no more pain and are without suffering, but the question remains; when will they be visible again? You have vanished from their touch, embraces, and gentle loving kisses, but if listen to the wind chimes and the sweet melodies, perchance you will be delivered much exhilaration once again.
I am from the South in the USA, but have lived in many states and abroad. My friends and colleagues have encouraged me to become a writer for the reason I have a wild imagination and that I am deemed as pleasantly eccentric. Magically, the past couple of years the manifestation of poets and authors have entered into my world. I was astonished and humbled when Mbizio Chirasha expressed interest. The individuals that are distinguished and honorable wordsmiths convert words into the magnificent power of describing heartlessness, tragedy, hate, love, war, poverty, unfairness, humor, pain, and wisdom. My background is in the healthcare industry and I served as a Patient Advocate, trainer for new employees to be Patient Centered and Patient Focused, and my favorite assignment was the backup Elder Navigator. Once again, I salute Mbizo Chirasha for his talents, wisdom, and encouragement to many from around the world.
Hanging at street corners, invisibly tagged, a street urchin
Painting the market place and other unsavoury joints
A child whose family and friends are those like himself
Our children, our heritage, adorned in uniforms of neglect
With faces toughened by a system, they know nought about
Young feet and arms fall in rhythm with painful bites of hunger
Searching for a haven for the day, the night, its own tales shall tell
But never to repeat at dining tables of unfeeling hearts
For a sigh of sympathy should beget an act of empathy
To resound the call for all to stand up, for humanity to thrive
Remove one child from destitution, three more fall in
From where do they come, which wind bear their flights
What sad tales do they carry in pouches of vulnerabilities
How do we still the wind that blow them into danger’s arm
Should be on the menu of those who made promises …and us
SAMUELLA CONTEH, from Sierra Leone, West Africa. She is a writer, poet, dramatist and motivational speaker. She is a member of the Sierra Leone Writers Forum, Board Member of PEN-SL. She is also Matron and Grand Master of Ceremonies of the International African Writers Association based in Nigeria and President, Sierra Leone IAWA Chapter. Conteh’s poems have been featured in several national and international anthologies. She is an advocate of women voices and a defender of human rights through her poetry, writings and literary activism. She has contributed immensely to the development of literature, poetry and other arts at home and abroad .She received a Medal of Ambassador de Literature by Motivational Strips, a prestigious online Literary Forum. She buckled under her literary belt another accolade, the World Poetic Star by the World Writers Union in Kazakhstan. Comrade Conteh is a member of the Motivational Strips Academy of Literary excellence and Wisdom. She widely published home and abroad, the Contemporary Fireside Poems by Sierra Leone Writers Series. Eternally, a collection of collaborative poems. Sending Love to mom, a compilation. Stairway to Heaven. Modern Poets, 2019. Reminiscing summer (collection of short stories). Bowl of Peace, an international Anthology of peace. Amazing Minds Collection of poetry and many more.
WHAT SHE THOUGHT SHE SAW
She heard the rainfall
And felt the water spatter
She wrote much of the leaves
Changing as they do
Wrote so much of what she thought
She saw—she thought she saw
Things beginning again and over
Life as a round circle in the sun
Change as a copper wheel turning
In the rain she hears the bird-sounds
She saw no light moving it was so quiet
She was left with the leaves,
Just the leaves in her kind of silence
The peace you had to fight to preserve
The place that makes the sounding stronger
LINDA CHOWN , a poet and critic. Originally from Berkeley, she lived in the Bay Area until going to Spain and teaching there for some 15 years. Now living in Michigan, she is professor emerita at Grand Valley State University. She has published work in Signs, Numero Cinq, Foothill Quarterly, and many other journals. There is also a book comparing novelist Carmen Martín Gaite and Doris Lessing called Narrative Authority and Homeostasis in Selected Writings of Carmen Martín Gaite and Doris Lessing, as well as extensive writings on Lessing, Woolf, Martin Gaite, Willa Cather, and Coetzee. Recent reviews and poems, including “On The Other Side of Language, appear in Numero Cinq’s archives.
SEEK YE , TO KNOW
Seek ye, to know, to understand, to feel, especially the why,
Seek ye, to see beyond what’s hid in kindly gestures by ‘benevolent’ detractors,
Who are first,fast and furious,to discount and disconnect us from what the universe conspires to reveal,
Seek to hear the mimicry of tutors manipulation of our collective conciousness diluting it with oiled propaganda,
For eons, iron has been welded onto human necks wrecking their thinking to a marked tune and blinkered step,
Throwing challenges unto populations to keep survivor as key elements of every thought,
Who is THIS, who rules your mind and body with such precision and arrogance that man has accepted his slave state?
Not even deities and duties of religio-piety has been spared,
A hidden hand actively Stokes fires of hatred at calculated intervals if the world seems at peace,
A crisis must be happening somewhere at every time to keep our attention riveted to fake news,
Seek ye, men of the current breath,
The universe is well synched to seek truth and get it,
The very waves that feed negativity and denial can trade right in truth of light,
But you must seek, sift through the sludge of piled lies to see what your enslaver has to hide,
And knowing being Noble, shall enrich you and those dark has long been their blanket,
Seek ye, the way of truth of why animosity is such a saleable idea and die hard e enemies such buddies at the seat of bloody sharing,
Seek ye, the truth, but know it’s costly and could claim a casualty of you,
NANCY NDEKE, a Poet of international acclaim and a reputable literary arts consultant. Her writings and her
poetry are featured in several collections, anthologies and publications around the globe including the American magazine Wild Fire, Save Africa Anthology. World Federation of Poets in Mexico. Ndeke is a Resident Contributor of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal since mid-2018. African Contributor to the DIFFERENT TRUTHS, a publication that sensitizes the world on the plight of Autism edited by Aridham Roy. SAVE AFRCA ANTHOLOGY edited by Prof. Dave Gretch of Canada and reviewed by Joseph Spence Jr has featured her poetry and a paper on issues afflicting Africa and Africans. Ndeke’s poetry and other literatures in WILD FIRE PUBLICATION in America published by Susan Joyner Stumpf and Susan Brooke Langdon. ARCS MAGAZINE in New York Edited by DR. Anwer Ghani. Her women Arts Presentation was recently published by WOMEN OF ART (WOA) in Cape Coast in Ghana. Soy Poesia, in Peru, Claudette V pg 11 featured her writings with great reception.AZAHAR from Mexico, with the initiative from Josep Juarez has also featured her poetry. She is also featured in WORLD FESTIVAL OF POTRY (WFP) from Mexico under the able editorial team comprising Luz Maria Lopez .INTERNATIONAL AFRICAN WRITERS from Nigeria, under the able hands of Munyal Markus Manunyi .Patricia Amundsen from Australia featured her poetry on this year’s international women’s day at Messenger of Love, Radio Station. Esteemed poetess Jolly Bhattacharjee featured my works on her greatly acclaimed awareness anthology for 2019, India.
TIME AND HOLIDAYS, a fairy tale
There was a time when there was no time. Not at all, not at all, but not visible. So this very short time, almost invisible, decided to prepare for the holidays. But where are the holidays? There were some holidays, but they were barely visible … Further on, the times and holidays met and because they were equally visible and invisible, they saw each other. And they started a long conversation, about the weather, the holidays and all the things that are visible and invisible. It turns out that there are other invisible things like happiness and dreams, and the soap bubbles that existed and did not exist. The weather asked for the holidays: “What do you think of me? Am I here or not?” ” Maybe you are here or may be not, the holidays said. The way we look at you, it is possible that you are here, but it is possible the opposite, too. But we can check …” ” How?” “Let’s bet, if you are here, you’ll run after us, and if you’re gone, we’ll run after you.” “How would you run if I’m gone?” “Well, we’re running back and forth, so it doesn’t matter.” “All right, I do,” said the weather. – Let’s do the check. The check took place by hand and touch. Yes but no. There was no touch. “You ‘re gone,” the holidays said. – We can’t touch you.” ” Aw, holidays, holidays, that doesn’t mean I’m gone! And I can’t touch you.” “Then what’s next?” – We’ll check otherwise. I will say “a” and you will say “b”. If we are, all the trees around us will say “in” and make the wind. As they said, so they did. The trees said “in” and made the wind. “So there we are,” the wind and the holidays happily rubbed their hands together. – We can now safely pretend we are gone!
MIROSLAVA PANAYOTOVA, I graduated from Plovdiv University, specialty Bulgarian philology and English language. I have published poems, stories, tales, aphorisms, essays, criticisms, translations, articles and interviews in periodical and collections. I have published the following poetry books: Nuances, 1994, God of the senses, 2005, Whisper of leaves, 2017, Green feeling, 2018; two books with stories: An end, and then a beginning, 2017, Path of love, 2018; two eBooks: Laws of communicatons /aphorisms/, 2018, Old things /poetry/, 2018. I am a member of the Union of the Independent Bulgarian Writers. Now, I live in my home town Parvomay, Bulgaria, and I am working as a teacher.
Dark rivers of my mind lurks cruelty
I am forever haunted by the pain
i caused Waves of pain like a curse
Imagination my blockbuster movie
This very day when you were supposed to be merry Mum
,i greatly apologize for the pain i gave you
Hugging the real true unconditional reality
Swimming in the waves of pain
,oh mum Fighting for precious life you carried that’s myself
I became naughty ,robbing your joy
You gave me agape kind of life
I stole your glory and reduced you to destruction
Yes you gave me life
It’s my birthday ,you are watching in a deferent world
My tattoos of precious gifts you gave me all my life
One of a kind woman ,
the bravest of all Deborah of my life,
it’s haunting me now
I store your joy and gave you hell on earth
The Armageddon of my coming to this blemis
All your life i gave heart attacks
Blood pressure the gift i gave you for your amazing endurance
If only i could turn back the hands of time
I would repay for stealing you glow on earth for my sake
I am blessed to have journeyed with you
Your love is extra terrestrial
Will forever cherish and swim in it
More love mum ,
wherever you are the master of my soul
CHRISPAH MUNYORO, Munyoro is a talented writer, journalist and a dedicated Design Artist. She is natural linguist, fluent in many languages among them English, Shona, Esperanto, Setswana, Swahili, Italiana and Yoruba. She began as a columnist writing feature articles in the Gweru Times in Midlands Province Capital of Zimbabwe. She has worked as a Midlands Chapter Chairperson of the Zimbabwe Association of Freelance Journalists. Munyoro was once a Zimbabwe Representative at Zone IV Regional Youth Games in 2014 Bulawayo in the boxing discipline. The multi-disciplinary artist is registered under AIBA the international body of boxing. The Writer, Artist, Poet, Journalist and athlete has been writing poetry since her tender years and she has participated in various writers, poetry, journalism and sports
SOME MOTHERS HEARTS HAVE STOPPED
Some mothers’ children stare unseeing
No sweet, wet baby kisses from blistered lips,
. . . . songs unsung
No wedding portraits to dust and treasure
No graduations or trips to the sea
. . . . just their bodies to bury
by the engine of nihilism
Limbs cracked and broken, bellies torn
Faces purpled, hearts stopped
Hearts stopped …
. . . . hearts stopped
Some mothers’ hearts have stopped
JAMIE DEDES: A homebound writer, poet, and former columnist, her poetry has been featured widely. She runs The Poet by Day (jamiededes.com), an info hub focusing on initiatives for peace, sustainability and social justice as well as she-poets, minority poets, and poets just finding their voices in maturity. She is also the editor of The BeZine (thebezine.com), a publication of The Bardo Group/Beguines, a virtual arts collective she founded.
I BREAK THE SILENCE
You see I
I am human
I, I have feelings
I, I have blood
Yes I, I have tears
I do break when you kick me, punch me, yes abuse me
I am not a fighter
But I yes am a lover
Yet I have stayed silent
But now, not anymore
I took it lying down
Now I stand up tall
No, you will not do this again
Not to me, nor to another
No, no more violence
No, I break the silence
I break the silence
I break the silence
I break the silence
LINGIWE PATIENCE GUMBO was born in Gweru on the 25th of October 1980. This writer fell in love with poetry after completing her High School. She got obsessed with song and story writing. She became a member of Budding Writers Association of Zimbabwe (BWAZ) where she was mentored by Mr Mbizvo Chirasha who was one of the provincial leaders and it was he who had identified the gift in her. Her first poem “Welcome my love” w was published in The Gweru Times . In 2003 she became a member of the editorial team under the leadership of founder of Aglow Inter-denomination Ministries, Bishop Christopher Choto. She worked immensely with the late famous author Stephen Alumenda , The Late Alumenda mentored in Article Writing .Lingiwe writes about life, love and Godly issues basing on personal and general life experiences. She is currently working on motivational books. Patience is also a gospel artist/singer who released her first album named Worthy of all my praise in 2017.The gospel album project was produced by Wisdom Nyaparami and Tinashe Mutandwa. Gumbo is married to Gerald and they are blessed with two children
It is dark in color
Dark like cobra
Blood became liquor
Darkned heart is made.
It was pure like silver
Lightening like a star
Moonlight was its smile
But now it is darkned by the
Somber moon from above.
I wonder when is its redemption
I miss the flashing smile like a diamond
In the sun. I miss the pure heart as it was
Darkness became natural.
I pray for the sun to shine up on it.
It is just a diamond in the dirt,
Once washed, purity is eternal.
No more darkness in it.
AKIMANA DIVINE is Rwandan poetess who draws her creativity from her life experience. Poetry to her is more than words but therapy. she has been published is different online magazines.She is a volunteer at afflatus Africa, as a social media manager. The organisation which aims at empowering the African youth through reading and mentor ship. She is a council of poets of the world to Rwanda and a member of different poetry societies on Facebook.
MY 40th BIRTHDAY
Golden sunshine of the Gods
Golden treasure of wisdom
Daughter of the soil
Daughter of the dark womb
Africa is the previous uterus that have me shelter
Africa is the umbilical cord that fed me
Thank you my beloved Ancestors
Thank you Almighty🙏
Where are the lips
He loves you so much love him all
I miss the daughter of the daughter of the daughter
This is me but we are still heroes
I was so tired and defeated the lion monster, elephants are playing
The poor have tried and voted
A bad witch I can’t do it
I have almost cut off the country and the senonnori
Big River I’ve passed like setsokatsane
I’m going to cut an eagle flying bird flying bird
Those who call me on the other side is not guilty
They say they don’t have the buffalo, they haven’t even join me?
And lies like a soccer cup!
I say I got ready for sugar tear my body seal
It’s a list of many bees and many bees in the world.
Smile is finger and finger
This one got me my year
Some of the two borobabobedi
Sedimonthole nthole merwalo
You will be beaten even if you get it
Where are you
GORATA NTSHWABI a Botswana citizen, registered poetess here in as Poko Boswa Poetry my Heritage, Living Arts specialising in both traditional and contemporary poetry both oral and written.Author of an English poetry book ‘Exploring the Roots Poetry my Heritage, Living Arts self-published in 2016.Gorata holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in social sciences with majors in Pociology and psychology from Central University of Technology Free State in South Africa and a Post Graduate Diploma in Education in African Languages and Literature from the University of Botswana.She works for the Botswana Government as a Senior Gender Officer and her goal is to advocate for the promotion of gender equality, inspire the young generation and unearth talent from grass roots level.A member of Maruping Poetry Organization, and had an opportunity to mentor young upcoming artists Tlhale Jwa Phala entertainment group, potential youth leaders for the African Women and Leadership Academy and young karatekas for Botswana Defense Force Thebephatswa Air Base Karate Club and some individual youth poets.As Poko Boswa, her vision is to focus on building networks for various poetry works such as contemporary poetry, natural and general poetry.
Behold my kids
With no childhood.
Listen to their screams
Lost in the music of the bombs.
See their festering wounds
Like a paddy field with
Listen to the tales
Of fragmented bodies.
Look at the sky turning red
When village are bon fires.
See the ghost houses etched
On the carpets of blood
spread on the ground.
That is my Syria.
AMBILY OMANAKUTTAN is a protest Poet, Writer and Activist from Kerala, India. She is writing continually articles in newspapers and magazines. Her poetry is published in so many magazines, weekly and daily platforms. Omanakuttan is an advocate of gender rights, human rights and environmental conservation .She uses her poetry and essays to speak out and to amplify vulnerable communities. She is a literary revolutionary armed with her pen and poetry to free her people.
NEVER AGAIN THE WIFE OF THE WIFE OF THE WIFE
Never again that ice cold
which some wear in their eyes
even in the heart
chill of the chill
indifference of the indifference
never having to read again
or listen at words
from whom always writes
about what he once had or owned
in the past or in a distant future
perhaps might belong to him.
Never having to be the nameless woman again
of the woman
of the woman he once loved
and left him
before he was writing a steady poetry line
or that went to a white line further on.
Never that look again
not meant for me but for the woman
of the woman of the woman
he wanted in all those hotel rooms
where you can come together or being
dismissed. Doors can be opened and closed
only a view remains from a window.
Never to be forced again to be the woman
who respects herself or being again the woman
of the woman of the woman who is now knocking
at his door, sits down
on a beautiful couch and finds everything okay.
(Goor, 13 June 1951) has been living in Leusden since the end of 2012. Her sources of inspiration are nature, love, loss, childhood memories and travel. In 1988 she debuted with Raindrops on the water. Since then more than 40 poetry volumes have been published, including poetry books in translation (Polish, Romanian, Spanish, French, Norwegian, English). Poems are translated in about twenty languages. She attended five years evening classes in painting and art history, art academy (Belgium). She published a few stories (short thrillers); is a compiler of various anthologies and poetry collections. She is a member of the Flemish Association of Poets and Writers (VVL)
WOMAWORDS CHIEF EDITOR
MBIZO CHIRASHA is the Poet in Residence at the Fictional Café (International publishing and literary digital space). 2019 Sotambe Festival Live Literature Hub and Poetry Café Curator. 2019 African Fellow for the International Human Rights Art Festival( ihraf.org) , Essays Contributor to Monk Art and Soul Magazine in United Kingdom .Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural Weekly . Founder and Chief Editor of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Founder and Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Co-Editor of Street Voices Poetry triluangal collection( English , African Languages and Germany) intiated by Andreas Weiland in Germany. Poetry Contributor to AtunisPoetry.com in Belgium. African Contributor to DemerPress International Poetry Book Series in Netherlands. African Contributor to the World Poetry Almanac Poetry Series in Mongolia. His latest 2019 collection of experimental poetry A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT was released by Mwanaka Media and Publishing and is both in print, on Amazon.com and at is featured at African Books Collective. 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in Ghana. 2009 Fellow to the inaugural UNESCO- Africa Photo- Novel Publishers and Writers Training in Tanzania. 2015 Artist in Residence of the Shunguna Mutitima International Film and Arts Festival in Livingstone, Zambia. A globally certified literary arts influencer, Writer in Residence and Recipient of the EU-Horn of Africa Defend Defenders Protection Fund Grant, Recipient of the Pen Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant. He is an Arts for Peace and Human Rights Catalyst, the Literary Arts Projects Curator, Poet, Writer, publicist is published in more 200 spaces in print and online.
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