Each of these brilliant epistolary poems is a surrealist landscape-blurred beginnings, sorrowful endings, archetypes tangled in the roots of trees-where everything is held together by a speaker who is reading Letters culled from a just-opened time capsule.
And behind each is the Mother-as land, as bloodline, as birth, as the lightning strike that indelibl.
Each poem captures the complexity of the interwoven effects of distance, of loss, of the intricate links to the never-ending African diaspora.
Each of these brilliant epistolary poems is a surrealist landscape-blurred beginnings, sorrowful endings, archetypes tangled in the roots of trees-where everything is held together by a speaker who is reading Letters culled from a just-opened time capsule
