Poem by Sochi Azuh
Walking down the hallway,
White noises, talk shows and the Khardashians
Slip through the gap under forbidding room doors
Like a clandestine notes of proposition...
Something here like...
My name is Sochi, a struggling bibliophile and writer with a fondness for books with well-designed covers, book flea markets and all things literary.
The Griot Notes is the destination to find book reviews, recommendations, bookish distractions and some photography.