THE CRADLE (ISSUE 6) THE POETRY OF MY FATHER By┬áJonathan Otamere Endurance Before the night drew sketches on our skin Like rashes rolling into rhythm of unpleasantness, He was an elixir of a minor hope Painted with hue of unaccomplished dreams Like a man biting his lips into An alliteration of regret. The elongated red … Continue reading THE CRADLE (ISSUE 6)