Monthly Archives: September 2018

She Is Not OKAY Today

She squats  in our dirty kitchen and says, “This is the longest day of my life.” I look at her, see the sad expression in her eyes, the crushed spirit manifests in the aura of her. Then, she starts telling a story how everything is blown … Continue reading

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Madness’ Grave

These hands are made to dig, to dig a hole on the ground. A hole, a grave, a pit for my enemy. And the enemy is the madness of me.   2018

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The Ghosts Of Yesteryears

I carry the hammer from the cabinet. Hear the tube of the sink leaking. The chimes at the windows clang. Monday afternoon is bland. A Calypso song is playing. My sweats fall from my brows. Father opens the television. There’s … Continue reading

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the memory of a gift

clean, wrapped in clean sheets. dream, the congress of slumbering. remember, more than significant is the gift we ever had, and it cannot be as better as anything else.   2017

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Before I Go

Hesitant, these legs can burn the road but the kitchen hums a kettle of irresistible coffee. I delight my cold morning with the things that I can’t take away with me, once there, in the journey of a real journey, … Continue reading

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Taken away

Your eyes speak to me as a plunder of wealth. Every time you look at me, i am taken away from my own.   2018

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Long Gone

This separation, a sting of our distance in between. We used to break the boredom of our fruitless hours, turned our backs from the brats and liars. And we put our memories in a frame, remembering every detail of our … Continue reading

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