Poems from Eigen

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Yon Powém Pou Manman'm (A Poem for My Mother)
Left, right, under, and pull We tighten our knots woven with steel fibers Around our bosoms As to defy the wayward cyclopes from intruding...
Wood Grain
Turmoil, It’s a-a-a word all too familiar to me The turbulent soul with hair like wood grain Sometimes Sometimes it’s more orderly, less...