The silent weeping of mass consciousnessreaches peaked crescendo,freedom cried. For release from the shackles that kept us boundto the sound that this was it — what coming here was all about,slaving for Massah, doling out mannaand three shillings, worth nothing...

lighting the heavens in an iridescent flash of exotic green,supreme ruler of day slips behind patiently waiting horizonwith hardly a splash;giving way to a rapidly approaching dusk that heralds the start of mating calls.creatures great and smallseek out romantic...

There are days when the desire that is most percolating inside is one that asks you to do nothing, not just nothing, but absolutely nothing. You shake it off. Do nothing? How dare I? I have to earn my keep in this place. I did not come here to be a slacker, to drink...

Tall palms stand like sentinels in the night sky, guarding cries that mingle with those of night creatures, crickets and tree frogs — a chorus both wild and wonderful. She screams at the top of her lungs, inhaling cool forest air,intent on starting an echo party with...

I am not going back to John’s farm for a while. How would I ever be able to live down the teasing when he sees me again? Remember what happened last time I was there? And that was just the tip of the tale. The night ended in a way I could not have imagined even if I...

Dangling cold feet over warm Caribbean waters, we found happy, you and me.Sitting without a care on a wooden pierwith missing planks — wrecked by tempestuous waves, churning and frothing at the bit,over many a hurricane season. We knew no fear, no worry of a...

What are you smiling about? I get asked that a lot these days; sometimes I do not even realize a smile was on my face, reflecting my thoughts. More often than not, I would respond with “nothing”. What else was there to say? They would not understand me anyway. How do...

John noticed that I kept glancing at my phone and gazing towards the farm entrance. “Yuh expectin’ someone, nuh?” he asked, a sly twinkle in his eye, a broad smile on his dark face. “Me? No..no…I jus’ cooling.” “I see said the blind man. If I was not as old and smart...

It felt just like in the movies, the natural lighting was already in place and if I had listened closely enough, I might have heard the romantic strains of a piano or violin, or maybe a guitar, coming from across the near hills. Mystic Man was stood, stark naked,...