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When the annals of Jamaica are written the village of Bowens will be but a footnote; overwhelmed by the tide of time and relentless economic progress. As life emerges from death, so too did New Bowens, a housing scheme, supplant … Continue reading
Take heed, but have hope, Myself; you are becoming a leader. Learn that dreams are fragile, and destiny, fluid. I witnessed at first hand the horror of my fear. I stared into the abyss of an uncertain future as my … Continue reading
How can a woman with no face have a voice? When draped in silk or defaced by acid, she speaks to us of her man’s attempts to exert a mythical power. When distorted through blows she cries out for help … Continue reading
I am a queen among Jamaican women, I wear a crown – Coiled ropes of woolly hair Knotted into regal dreadlocks. They attract glances and cat calls Stiffened my backbone, Proclaimed my identity, Given me protection, Made me free. My … Continue reading
The poem here blends two experiences: confronting a ghost, and staring down a croaking lizard… The poem reflects the internal monologue that occurred while staring into those lifeless looking eyes of that lizard. If you think of the cold stare … Continue reading
For Mike L. from the wisps of fog the magic emerges. strange days there are here – cold misty mornings, and colder sunny afternoons beckon; luring me and my bike into the damp wood to be buffeted by fern and … Continue reading
Sweet dreams. My life. Food and warmth and my mother’s voice. Encouragement and complex sound. Music, a heartbeat. Laughter. Talks about her philosophy. All in the comfortable distance. I am safe, protected, happy. My mother’s voice. Screams! I cling to … Continue reading