I don’t remember my age then, making a guess I would say I was perhaps 24 years young. My current admirer at that time, invited me to his home in the hills of St. Andrew set among big leafy banana trees, trees with ripening cocoa pods, a scattering of coffee trees, yam mounds, and mango trees. Quite a random farm he said it was. But oh, the beauty of the landscape framing the city of Kingston at the foot of…
I AM PERSUADED TO REMAIN IN THE LIGHT. So often I am dragged into dark places. Today I am safely ensconced in a dark place. I feel secure in the rage and gloom, as I am not sure what I am really feeling. Despite Renee Fleming’s entreaties with the “Moon Song”. The music seems only to comfort the mood and wrap it in a safer blanket to keep me trapped. Twice in a seven month period I have had my…
A SHORT STORY. READ QUICKLY. THEN READ SLOWLY. The bus arrived at 12:53 pm. By then a small crowd had gathered to await its arrival. So much jollity and exchange of banter was going on at the bus stop that I almost forgot to get on line. Not everyone who waited was talking or happily laughing. I had laughed earlier when I was on the other bus before switching to the 12:53 which I realized would take me closer…
OPINION. Who wants to die? The answer is a unanimous din; no one want to die, we all want to live forever, Heaven knows why! Today, I want to live and I know why. Flimsy the reasons may seem, nonetheless, I want to see the lovely flowers in continuous bloom, I want to see the moon hanging low in the sky, yellow like the yoke of a large brown egg. I…
Shall we make a joyful noise unto the Lord? Or will we all sit down by the waters and scream? It’s no use Grandma, my then two-year old granddaughter once said when she locked herself in the bedroom and we could not get the door open because she did not know how to manipulate the complex lock. After thirty minutes of trying to walk her through the process, I lay down flat on the floor to peer under the…
Every step I take there you are, dark corners etched with fear and disillusions tongue-tied and confused; anxious my thoughts roll on without punctuation somewhere there is rhyme and reason but still no punctuation to separate my days from more days with the same timing. When he died I was shocked at the outpouring of concern and grief, and then you die and I sit here befuddled at the concept. Seems like you have turned a very different corner…
A CHRISTMAS LETTER, OR A GRAND COMPLAINT? DECEMBER, 2016. Here we are again ending another year. My feelings are complex. I cannot be ungrateful but the misery of 2016 has stuck in my craw. The year was inundated with trials, so many of them flaming towards me out of the blue. Nevertheless, I am very grateful to have been able to tackle them with success. Though I am wrung dry and wondering what the heck else can happen! I…
I watch you thrash around in your glass bowl, are you just happy or are you in the throes of dying? the night is gone the gloam of another night will soon approach repeat, repeat, repeat into the gloam of history are you still dying or just participating in change? lmh 11/3016