Over 40 years
at the cutting edge
of poetry publishing

Patrick Williamson, from The Parley Tree


by Kama Sywor Kamanda (Democratic Republic of Congo)

Now we have our doubts to cry over.
When identities and years
Become lost in the sands,
Our depressed towns
Smell of roses
Placed on tombstones.
Our houses, haunted
By long periods of solitude
Open up to waves of love,
As abundant as the sea of Gods.
Bitter offerings
People the spheres of our ambitions.
We seek our roots
Like others that seek hidden truths.