POET OF THE WEEK
Akua Kariamu
Week of April 24
The pain of the past
Visits me in my faucet
I respect my earth.
The pain of the past
Visits me in my faucet
I respect my earth.
FIRST POEM I was about five or six. I wrote it for my father for his birthday. I may still have it.
WRITING LIKE WATER My writing style is like large ripples of water disturbed by occasional rocks and flocks of duck and geese.
DEAREST BODY OF WATER Jones Beach, I grew up in New York.