"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
Writing Prompt Two Beginners and seasoned writers welcome. Below you will find your second prompt. Prompts may be completed in any language. In one language, write a poem about misunderstandings. Now, directly translate that poem into a second language of which you are fluent. How has the poem changed? What remains the same and what... 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 →
It’s fascinating How much of what happens To us Stays.
Collect your toys And retreat to your quiet corner. Tuesdays can be heavy, And even adults need naps.
Coffee cups clanging, crashing, kissing lips The bittersweet bliss of a “day off.” Market chatter, barter songs and siren calls, Glittery glass and cold concrete— The sounds of Saturday: Steel beams, rusted links and children playing; A week’s anxiety collected in a corner cubicle; The city sings its song of release As I seek Green... Continue Reading →
Positions are replaceable, People aren’t.
Can there be death Without Heartbreak? Yes. But, death without Heartbreak Is heartbreaking.
I've started exercising again. I know, I know. I hate New Years and it's new yous, but this isn't like that. I'm just trying to move around more, y'know, to get the blood flowing, get some strength and tone my legs. I used to run on the treadmill at the gym, remember? I'd watch the... Continue Reading →
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