Description
“Droplets” supposes graduality or what sometimes can be seen as insignificant, as the phrase suggests—“just a droplet of.” There is the sense of both scenarios in Ezeano’s gazelle quaintly titled “droplets.” In this suite of poems, she shows the signs of a voice inhabiting a space of liminality, a sharp voice that seems to hold back on the many grievances it wants to let out, but shooting shots just the same. There’s vulnerability here, there’s longing too, a feminine cry, and love.
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