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After Basho’s Frog

  There is one sky but many roads to hear the sound that changes all. The tree,  the leaf,  the flower from one seed. Flesh and bloom will wither, The moon will wax and wane, Footprints will fade with the next tide, Brief days might linger for centuries or longer Only after the frog did […]

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Photography poetry

River View

Black River water runs dark and deep, Breathing with the tide. Pickerel weed, aster and roses Splash color amid green grasses and reeds Around ancient black cypress trees. Their knees stand like women holding children Looking out and waiting. On the surface of dark water, Bladderwort leaves lean with the tide. Silent observers on the […]

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The Bleach Field

When you caught me on the beach the moon’s lamp burning low, I was all seal. My blue flesh tangled in a net with seaweed and mussel shells.   When you brought me to the croft and laid me near the hearth to warm I shed my skin and became a woman formed pale as […]

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Historical Prose

1990 – 2017

On this day, July 27th. 1990, a group of militants, under the leadership of the head of a Black Muslim group took over our Parliament, the main local tv station, and held our country to ransom. Many lives were lost and many buildings in our capital city and elsewhere, including a police station were burnt […]

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Amtrak

        Work Ethic and I are at a crowded Penn Station standing in front of the Big Board, waiting for our track to flash.   A few move up – Boston, Trenton – but the crowd doesn’t move. They are all waiting for our train and it’s late.   W.E. kills the […]

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At Home

I see orange, zaboca and olive trees, Lemon, banana, plantain and palm leaves Blowing in the breeze. As ochro and sorrel plants Nod their heads in time to Nature’s music. My Mum has just finished a late breakfast, We slept in a bit… a lazy start to our day. Once I have finished my coffee […]

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Photography poetry

A Dozen Questions

His sparkling blue eyes settle in a faraway stare, His blonde, bouncy hair is still while little hands cup his chin. He begins to speak about Granddaddy. “Mom, what did he say when he was alive? What did he talk about? What did he like to do? At his pond did he fish with me? […]

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Historical Photography poetry

Minton’s Pond at Rose Hill

A walk from the house past the blueberries and the vegetable garden will get you there. At ninety-one she drives the lawnmower. Pine trees and a bench Mark the best place to fish. Bream and bass bite the crickets from the Exxon store down the road Eat the worms we found under leaf litter in […]

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The Healers

          They are coming down from the holy mountains, in from the greenwood or sea. Women who knit bones, stitch wounds and brew cures in tea or broth. Women   who cleanse their hair with juniper leaves and smudge the house with sweet grass or sage.   They are coming down […]

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poetry

Yin – mostly Yang

  Rhythm rose violet madly erupts spring crocus, white jacketed dew.   Buttercup opens warm mother’s milk petals, pure essence of all.   Solstice sun diamonded ice gems cover the driveway, new skates for Christmas.   Ming mountains moving slowly to humps in dusk, old men of the planet.