Me and my truck got caught in a rain storm. Our weather can be strange — one minute the sun is shining brilliantly, and the next, the sky turns grey and before you know it, you are caught in a deluge. I was in my truck outside John’s gate in a deluge. I could hear the...

Please note that this story speaks of issues that may be sensitive to some, i.e. the pandemic and death. · · · Blasted bananas! I screamed in my head. A bunch of frozen, overripe fruit had landed on my foot, as a result of my opening the freezer door in search of...

I can talk about the esoteric and chatting with dead folk;right alongside pieces of love and a broken heart. I can write about my garden and my orgasmic encounters;even when I regale you with tales of my spirit adventures There is no single mebut a multi dimensional...

Start with the easy,yawn and stretch.Let cool fresh air fill waiting lungs. Breathe deeply, allowing each outbreath be one filled with gratitude for a new day — one that permits the hearing of a gentle pit pat of rain on a roof that threatens to cave in, but holds up...

Hurrying across the street, I chased a flock of goats from my coconut palm that has been struggling to grow for over a year. I do not understand how they get their heads — horns and all, between the wire fence to chew on my plant. It irks me, and once a young ram got...

It was already dark when I left John’s farm. I was lucky that the path was recently smoothed over by some sort of heavy equipment, so my truck made short work of the distance from the farm to the main road. Paused in the stop, the darkness was already thick, and the...

A grassy cushion close to the gazebo caught my eye, and after inspecting it for fire ant nests and seeing none, I plopped down, making myself comfortable. John was gearing up to tell me a story, one that I was hoping would not herringbone into something else and never...

Pulling my windbreaker closer to my body, I braved the elements to go to my garden for a bit of lemongrass and basil for tea. It was early morning. Tea was early morning cleansing and connecting. My coffee later, that was for getting it on. Yeah. It has been some cold...

Reaching into his back pocket, John retrieved something wrapped in dried banana leaves. Carefully, he open the packet and drew out a half burnt spliff. My eyes opened wide, John with weed! Oh dear me, I knew John for many years, he was not a smoker — maybe a drink or...