Category Archives: poetry/prose

Our Walk

Tuesdays we walk Manchineel beach

most call is Hay Penny

the vernacular for Half Penny

but these tempting looking apples

that line the beach are poisonous

I alternate between walking and jogging

jumping over waves racing beyond the shore line

At the end of the beach where rocks

form a barrier I perch on a pillar

allowing my mind to wander as is often

my eyes search the landscape

taking in the ridges of the hills

the greens and blues and straw colored too

Brian meets we half way

after treading in the bush

he has husked 2 coconuts

the water sweet but little

I spoon out the firm meat and chew slowly

my breakfast

On our return walk

we pick up plastic bottles

cans     paper    trash     others

careless leave behind

unmindful that paradise needs help

to maintain her beauty

I stop to photograph the nesting bed

of a leatherback sea turtle

now is there hatching season

a gentle wind fans my face

the sun polishes my back

arriving at our favorite spot

I diving into the temperate ocean

grass snags my feet

waves tickle my nostrils

my gratitude is boundless

This Day

today de body said

lef me be

mind says

kyan tink

moved from

pillows to bench

to tree to sofa

an achiness

a floating

an in-betweenness


trying too hard

to rectify


amend what needs

to be left alone

the world continues

to turn

if it really does

jus settle

inner knowing advises

rain nah fall today

The Peace of Laughter

My mother’s laughter is what I remember most about my childhood

Full      engulfing    pure and commanding.

I knew my mother’s laughter could stop thieves from entering our home.

My mother’s laughter made cocky men smile

and jealous women befriend her.

Laughter was the mode of discipline…

As long as Mommy was laughing all infractions were forgiven

As long as Mommy was laughing all requests would be met

As long as Mommy was laughing the sun would rise bright and joy

would define the day.

My mothers has blessed me with her laughter.

Whenever I find myself in a tight spot

or feel overwhelmed I break into riotous laughter

and nothing or no one can stop me

laughter is the path and mouth of peace

laughter is the spirit of my mother

who with dogged determination raised

me to be steadfast and resourceful

Laughter is  love’s proper name


Inside the limitless expanse of love

Are the roots of thankfulness


A father whose seed spawned you

A mother whose womb sheltered you


Compassionate breath of the creator

that spat you fully ready and unique


A family biological and/or fashioned

That allows you to be and affirms your essence


What more do you need to know?

What more gifts must be thrown at your feet?


You are the only one we have been

Awaiting to say yes to you   to us   to all the is promising


Love is not a vacuum or an ending

It is the vessel in which you will find a full storehouse


Today I accept and acknowledge my privilege

And am thankful that at one time I thought myself



Thought I lived in lack

Misjudged the love that has always been there

In the wind   in the smile   in the kinds words that I couldn’t hear

As I went seeking it from someone else from some nonexistent place


Today I accept and celebrate my dispensation

Knowing that in love the only rule and authority

Is the heartspace

From where and into which I return again and again

Grateful for the wealth of my life

Thankful that I know love

Thankful that I am love

Thankful that love invites me to bathe and dress

In its ornament and wear it as my armor

That love is the only house I need

To be the benefactor who ushers in the dawn