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Liberian Literary Magazine

Promoting Liberian literature, Arts and Culture

Dedicated To: ‘BLACK’ is beautiful!!!

write!” “Renee’s Poems with Wings are
Words in Flight” is flown across the seas by
God’s raven.

No part of this poem may be
reproduced, stored in a retrieval system,
or transmitted by any means without
written permission from the author.

There are several Scriptures that I love;
however, this one speaks volumes during
this ‘season’: “And he sent forth a raven,
which went forth to and fro, until the
waters were dried up from off the earth.”
(Genesis 8:7 KJV)

All Rights Reserved@ 2016.
(Authored: “Renee’s Poems with Wings
are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs”
and “SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER”.
Note* each book ranked 5 stars!!!)

Jack Kolkmeyer

The Joy Advanced Cafeteria
(Accra Ghana 1970)
there was this little restaurant on the
outskirts of Accra
just a short walk from where we
stayed
for what we thought would be
a night
but turned into a week of
wonder
rambling adventures and warm
friendships
advanced entirely because of
the joys
we encountered in a tiny out of
the way
moment of splendid food
good vibes
cool music
and warm embrace

© Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown
I am Renee’ Drummond-Brown, am the
wife of Cardell Nino Brown Sr. and from
our union came Cardell Jr., Renee and
Raven Brown. I am the offspring of Mr.
and Mrs. Peter C. Drummond of
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My siblings are
Delbert D. Drummond and the late Pastor
Shawn C. Drummond.
I was born in North Carolina, at Camp
Lejeune US Naval Hospital. I am a
graduate of Geneva College of
Pennsylvania, and my love for creative
writing is undoubtedly displayed through
my very unique style of poetry.

it wasn’t really a cafeteria but more a
place
that served up steaming plates
of saucy soul food
cold beer
and never ending conversation
about love, life and the pursuit
of everything

My poetry is inspired by God and Dr.
Maya Angelou. Because of them I
pledge this: “Still I write, I write, and I’ll
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