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Nick Makoha's poetic eye bulges out of this debut collection and refuses to be blinked away. The images line up like skittles but fall with the grace of leaves. Extract: from The Light The city clings like skin to the back of me,/ like summer sweat, my oils mixing/ with the... read more
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