Cave art!
A MUSEUM is for some a state of mind, much more than a piece of real estate property. Just before you exit the Fern Gully strip, there is a shallow, dingy cave fenced by a makeshift wooden gate under a pile of dirty, ill-coloured tarpaulin.
Literary Arts - My Mother
There's a Malawian proverb: 'Your Mother is still your mother even if one of her legs is too short.'My mother has green hills for breasts and rum for milk; her vagina is shaded by a fragrant logwood fur, and sweet and cool runs the river from her sex.
Literary Arts- Staccato
Bone connected with bone. He kicked her again and again before finally slamming his fists down on the table. 'Yuh hear mi, gal?!' He said, reaching for his shirt. He leaned over menacingly until she whimpered her reply; then he threw his shirt on and left.
Book review - Historic tale of love, romance
This Body is a gentle story of longing and loss on the part of Guyanese-born London immigrants Victoria and her child-nephew Derek. It is Tessa McWatt's third novel but reads like a first book - often too wordy, too long, too bland.
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