Kwame Dawes on Shore by Ishion Hutchinson

You have to see him in the dying embers of a beach bonfire, the reggae from the sound system is turned low so the steady wail of the breeze is heavy, ancestral breeze; the whole sorrow of the Trade Winds in there, and he seems to understand this in the way he stands, hands crossed …

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