krik?krak!

I sat under the palm fronds, safely ensconced in the folds of Manzèlore’s wide skirt that smelled of ti-baume, of fey kowosol and other wild herbs; only a sliver of moon illuminated the sky. Corn crackled as it grilled on an open fire and Manzèlore, the kindest, most generous soul I have ever known, who [...]
May 06, 2009 | Categories:prose | Tags: fi:af, franketienne, haitian stories, james noel, krik krak, syto cave | 1 Comment »