Items by Annie Quarcoopome

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  • Indépendance Cha Cha

    Posted: July 17, 2010, 5:55 pm by Annie Quarcoopome
    On our 50th independence day the army dressed in its finest And marched around the square Ample-bottomed women stuffed into awkward fatigued trousers Men saluted a different flag from when they were boys Prancing around the same square…larger back then none of these house-cum-shop wooden kiosks encroaching on the sacred national place Lyrics had been tweaked, faces that looked like [...]

  • A Prose Poem: Praise for Awo Yaa’s Tree

    Posted: July 15, 2010, 12:50 am by Annie Quarcoopome
    When Old Patriarch died the preacher came to cut down Awo Yaa’s tree. “The children in this house must be baptized” he screamed. Black blazer shed. Blue sleeves rolled to the elbow. White collar gleaming. He alternates between Bible thumping and mopping his liquid brow. “Faith of our fathers” the congregation melodiously hacked away Awo Yaa’s tree. Deeply rooted. Thickly [...]

  • Sange

    Posted: July 10, 2010, 11:51 pm by Annie Quarcoopome
    We thought collecting black gold would make us truly free You do not blame a woman whose belly has been empty for fifty years If she scoops the sand onto which the gari has spilled Hoping to sift through later So as soon as we saw the tanker tipping over Agonizing Slow Like a tortoise that had fallen on its already cracked [...]

  • A Deep River Song

    Posted: March 17, 2010, 11:17 am by Annie Quarcoopome
    Deep river my home is over Jordan But on which bank pray tell? Feet straddling slippery wet spaces Stretched out so wide my loins burn with The desire for home Firmly planted on either side Alien Nation Like sickness spreads from my feet through my blood Flowing up to my head River so deep dangerous drowns my reflection My home is over Jordan Across the river [...]

  • Solange

    Posted: February 16, 2010, 5:09 pm by Annie Quarcoopome
    Sol Ange Earth Angel Deep brown eyes set in khol innocent despair cast in stone Your high arched brow asks sweet questions of hard life Sol-ange with feet that cannot fly tread softly on master’s heart while the others run Pounding the red earth smooth beneath the soles of soldiers’ boots beneath The souls of fighting folk Solange of the delicate thighs and soft [...]

  • Haiti Cherie

    Posted: January 13, 2010, 11:54 pm by Annie Quarcoopome
    What word can encompass stretch its arms and wrap them around A day when the world returns to the dust it was Before we fashioned orderly chaos and became free The First Negro Republic raises weakened arms to wipe The Ash From its eyes water and ash to mould human tragedy What word can encompass… we have asked before Encompass passion itself [...]

  • Haiti Cherie

    Posted: January 13, 2010, 11:54 pm by Annie Quarcoopome
    What word can encompass stretch its arms and wrap them around A day when the world returns to the dust it was Before we fashioned orderly chaos and became free The First Negro Republic raises weakened arms to wipe The Ash From its eyes water and ash to mould human tragedy What word can encompass… we have asked before Encompass passion itself [...]

  • The Crossing

    Posted: January 6, 2010, 10:23 pm by Annie Quarcoopome
    For those fairly new to Black Looks, Annie Quarcoopome was a regular contributor to Black Looks in 2006/7 mostly writing on African literature and publishing her poems and prose. I have missed her writings so I am hoping that this post will be the first of many more to come over the [...]

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