Description
The word “tsek” was the first spark. Crude to some, holy to others. In its bite I heard the whole story of who we are: dismissed, defined, denied — and yet never erased.
This book gathers thirty poems across four movements: fire, memory, refusal, and unburial. They carry the accent of the Cape, the salt of the ocean, and the grit of every classroom, funeral, and street corner where we’ve had to insist on being seen.
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