“and not one word not one word, her body / rocked in trance, stage vibrated, / ground moved, hips conjure / a sway, la poetess, the lyric obeah broke / into unhinged gospel, the café rose in one”
— Dane Hamann | @donnyhamms.bsky.social (@donnyhamms) July 24, 2018
A cinematic, sensory poem by Kathy Z. Price in TQ154https://t.co/G8diLvrRxO