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Beneath the glow of a Hunter’s Moon swarm ghosts of All Hallows’ Eve
Skeletons & spiders’ venom vie for poisonous pleasures
Dripping decadence – cavorting with their demons Read More »

Head tilted (or is it the earth?) you and I slip into the mercurial creep. Lurking in the shadows of perception, you and I connect or dissect – test the tides of fate or the fate of tides. Plucked unpolished out of context and left to mingle, you and I will tangle or beckon – reinvent anew. Askew? I know I do – or will. And you? Read More »

Black lives have always mattered – to black people.
Lest you forget. Lest we forget to remember.
Africans shackled for white man’s greed – bound for black man’s hell & death knell.
Caribbean cargo charged to cutlass the cane.
Kept like nameless fine chattels – souls bundled and sold. Read More »

Imagine if you could bleach a lie – if truth went viral – and testing and tracing and treatment accompanied it.
Imagine if we could have a leader like Jacinda Ardern.
Imagine if we could convince the overly social to go the distance.
Imagine a fleet of potent anti-bodies.
Imagine if we could crack the code spinning in the wind.
Imagine a vaccine. Read More »

I’ve come at this from all directions – steeped myself in videos and lore, passing(s)and replays, lower level seats (1x), glimpses on the street – glances at the gym. I’ve puzzled proximity and ineffable connection. “I’ve got this,” I want to say. But I’m only beginning. I don’t want to rehash or re-litigate what experts espouse about the legendary #28. From my solo vantage point, I want to honor Black Mamba for the inspiration and illumination he gifted me. I want to torch the vague and vagaries – eliminate excuses. Pick a focal point and focus. I also want to run as fast as Usain Bolt. Read More »

Forever is composed of nows. – Emily Dickinson I want to tell you about the night of the shimmering red sequin dress – but the alchemy of rust keeps trying to lure me away. Timeless and progressive, rust seeps into sea walls, painting with its bony fingers, leaving fingerprints on shipwrecks and railings and skeletons… too short for excerpt, but Read More anyway »

Ah, my cunning October, you month of change and chance. You deliver me birthdays and death nights, hail me on windswept moors and lure me with tropical gales. Under your widespread wings, I taste blood reds and hear the sound of cobalt blue. You revel in testing my mettle, unevenly weighting my Libra scales. You love to tip me off balance – see if I will catch the fall. But in the slant of sunset, eye on the wild – I go against the wind. Read More »

I love silence ­– but never to be silenced. I love the spirit(s) of the night but never to be deceived by darkness. I cherish creativity – but it must always find positive expression. And as for love. . . Read More »

Across a turbulent ocean in hues of blue with hints of green, I traverse 10,565 km to touch the wild. Spoils of heated evenings span four years to entwine the presence and absence of two lovers in disparate realms.

As the wind blows from the east under the Flower Moon, I listen to the clatter of the shutters, the roiling of restless waves. From the balcony of midnight, I tease the rising mercury. A twist worthy of a woman’s will. Read More »

Ah, my friend the past – with all your secrets. You won’t catch me in your net again. I’ll dive beneath the sea and wriggle free from your oozy arms. Don’t come at me with your wily ways. You’ve cheated on me before. But hey – I cheated on you!

Don’t sweet-talk me, then sail away – parade the skeletons and steal the jewels. I’m just not buying everything you’re selling. Sure I’ll take a look at your wares. And then decide. Read More »