Poetry Corner
Verses from everyday Liberia
Short poems on memory, labor, faith, and the textures of daily life.
The Verdict of Zinc
Day does not begin with light, but with the judgment of the roof.
Read Poem →Broad Street Noon
The heat hangs like a yellow cloth over the bones of buildings.
Read Poem →The Ink-Stained Finger
Even after the ballot is counted, the mark does not wash away by morning.
Read Poem →The Thirtieth Day
Salary is a season. It arrives, it is spent, and then the waiting begins again.
Read Poem →The Generator Hymn
When the light goes, the generator answers like a choir with one gruff voice.
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