Jamaican born, Miami resident, Geoffrey Philp finds in Xango a powerful metaphor for the rich, syncretic diversity, the multiple connections of the African person in the New World. In these poems, the god of cross-roads is both a prophetic voice of the fire to come and the creator who hammers out sweet sound from the iron drum.
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