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Dreamers Reading Room

Wess Mongo Jolley Poetry Collection

“Birds will peck apart my life, scraps blown like snowy leaves, blue-veined paper reduced to pulp by early winter rain.”

The Loneliness of Loss

“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”

A.C. Yeboah Poetry Collection

“what if you never said sorry for taking up the space you hold, you no longer nursed your pain like a fever-high toddler.”

Contingency Daughter

“An impatient horn outside sends me running from the room, down the stairs, and into the star-filled night.”

Arrival

I stumble out of the matatu taxi, struggle to hoist up my weighty backpack, and am immediately confronted by several people standing nearby under the leafy canopy of a large thorny acacia tree.