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Writing Prompts Four & Five Beginners and seasoned writers welcome. Today we will complete sister prompts: two prompts which compliment each other. Below you will find your fourth and fifth writing prompts. Sit with these writing prompts for as long as you need, play with your lines. Consider language— and by language I mean expression,... Continue Reading →
I spit cherry pits Into the Thames. I prance in the streets my ancestors dare not step; I drink the wine, smell the lavender Sleep soundly. I thank my sisters for bringing me back To nibble and milk the teat of This place called "Motherland." -from away & back, by leaf jerlefia
You are not lost because you are multiple. You are not broken apart because you are multiple. You are multiple, and you are yourself. You are not lost because you are multiple. You are not broken apart because you are multiple. You are multiple, and you are yourself. You are not lost because you are... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt Three Beginners and seasoned writers welcome. Below you will find your third writing prompt. Words are magical. There is wonder in every word. Today we’ll create magic through neologism. Sit with this writing prompt for as long as you need, play with your lines. Consider language— and by language I mean words, meaning... Continue Reading →
won't you celebrate with mewhat i have shaped intoa kind of life? i had no model.born in babylonboth nonwhite and womanwhat did i see to be except myself?i made it uphere on this bridge betweenstarshine and clay,my one hand holding tightmy other hand; come celebratewith me that everydaysomething has tried to kill meand has failed.... Continue Reading →
Bodies buoyant When cast overboard Luggage lost at sea Water in my lungs. Pools, hot and cold Hot tea to soothe a turning stomach— Sea salt Salt to sanitize Prayer prescribed to pain. Gasping for air My rock solid composure Above water and drowning Water erodes rock.
I’ve always felt more Jamaican in Canada and more Canadian in Jamaica. More like my father with my mother, and more like my mother with my father. My homes, as well as my identity, have always been a journey. Home is a honeyed place. Sometimes we belong to multiple places. Do you speak multiple languages?... Continue Reading →
To avoid infatuation and schoolgirl crushes. I suppress the thoughts of us together, interrupt the replaying of romantic moments in my mind and tell myself “no.” But sometimes, I’ll let the images play for a second too long and I’ll fall into them. Until I have to shake myself awake and kill the butterflies in... Continue Reading →