Roots and Stems (a poem)

Who can teach me the name of my father’s grandfather’s grandfather? ​​ Who can teach me the name of this tree? Of this chirping insect? Of this herb? Of what to put in my tea? I want to sit and wait for a train Who can tell me when it will come? Which bush should […]

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On Swimming

15 Feb, 2017 Oracabessa, St Mary, Jamaica To myself, On swimming,              A conversation with a man you met while walking down the street: “What are you looking for?” “I’m looking for myself.” “What about love?” “I want to love myself.” “What are you afraid of?” You didn’t reply.  But you later discovered the answer […]

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On the markings we get from playing outside

7 Feb 2017 Oracabessa, St Mary, Jamaica To my son, On the markings we get from playing outside, An imprint of tree bark embedded into your chest.  A bleeding toe nail ripped to the flesh.  Little bumps and scratches scattered up and down your legs.  Faded brown spots.  Black fingernails.  These are the impressions that […]

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On the place we call home

24 Jan 2017 To my son, On the place we call home, It is 1:56 am, and a white light spreads over my eyelids.  I hear the familiar sound of pee hitting water, haphazardly.  Then silence.  I lay on my side with my eyes half open now, listening, waiting.  Until I finally see the silhouette […]

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