http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com An Electronic Publication of Liberian Arts and Letters Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:30:37 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en David Wolobah (Vol 6, Issue 1, May 2009) Visit the Sea Breeze gallery for more art from David Wolobah. http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/2074 Amos Boyce (Vol 6, Issue 2, Nov 2009) Visit the Sea Breeze gallery for more art from Amos Boyce. http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/2067 Strange Solitude 71 years old and after a diabetes-induced stroke last year, I have one foot in the grave as they say, but I don’t really feel death. Not until my wife Marian and two sons, Benedict and Daniel, leave after checking me into the Cobb Skilled Nursing Center today, ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1989 TRC Forgive me for the multitudes that did die But to say I killed them is a blatant lie I’ve never killed a fly or even kicked a dog If I ate human flesh, they told me it was hog Forgive me that many women got themselves raped We could not help it, they were so ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1939 Bulk Challenge When the bulk descended on Monrovia all crashed It was night of the day the town to pieces smashed Smoke puffed from artillery bombarded and trashed The metropolis while yanna boys and big shots fused they fled The lines that slice up society blurred women and children bled Babies’ cries booming off bulwarks they ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1903 A Letter to Doeba Bropleh Courtesy of Doeba Bropleh Dear Doeba: All the thanks belong to you because you are the writer.  I see talent in you that needs nurturing.  You are doing well to consider suggestions from me and Stephanie. Revision is the essence of writing. Only the writer who sees the ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1976 We Departed Our Homelands and We Came . . . -- Grebo Saying We departed our homelands and we came, so the Grebo say, we came with our hands and we came with our machetes so we too, could carve up the new land. When we left home, we crossed streams and we climbed up hills; ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1945 Johnny Mad Dog, Or, Telling Someone Else’s Story “Africa's pain, invisibility, misconception. One's living it all the time. Not just the media perception of it, but in terms of individual lives - the stuff you see in people's eyes. How Africa's perceived; how we perceive, and fail to perceive, ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1836 “She walked on worlds”: Intertexualizing Myth, Sexuality and Class in DuBois’s The Quest of the Silver Fleece and The Souls of Black Folk “She walked on worlds, and worlds of worlds, and heard there in her little room the tread of armies, the paeans of victory, the breaking of hearts, ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1983 The Poet As Sculptor and Other Thoughts On Writing Poetry I have learned from attending writers’ workshops over the years that a poet is a sculptor. Some of the best teachers I have had include Maya Angelou, Allan Ginsberg, and Jerome Judson.  They taught me that a freshly composed poem ... http://www.liberiaseabreeze.com/archives/1917