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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
The Toastmasters have a way of offering constructive criticism that I endorse fully. They call it their sandwich approach, and in it, they let their developing speech-maker know about something that (s)he did well, then they speak about the areas … Continue reading
“Disenchantment, whether it is a minor disappointment or a major shock, is the signal that things are moving into transition in our lives.” – William Throsby Bridges I have gone through a very rough patch in recent times and though … Continue reading
My soul welcomes yours, its mate, to this space – A wondering touch, awe at life’s beneficence. Afraid of being vulnerable, yet embracing possibility; whole at last, what joy, true bliss! A lifetime lived in longing, searching; unsure of my … Continue reading
My hands stroke your body, Skin on skin, I learn who you are. I heal the breach between us, and make us one. I give life to a new union, two souls, dancing together. My hands feel the firm flesh … Continue reading