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Saltfish, Rum & Jamericans

Saltfish, Rum & Jamericans

My mother and I stood in line for a coconut. My feet sank into the hot Caribbean sand as we waited with the other tourists….

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Fool's Errand

Fool’s Errand

Not far from near future, we bendlight around corners. Down periscope.Up and away from you all.  Take me at my word: they’ve outlawed affection.We lock in,…

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Fade to Gray

Fade to Gray

I always sat in the chair by the window. That had become “my” spot during committee meetings. From my chair, I could look out the…

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Excuse me, your privilege is showing

Excuse me, your privilege is showing

You and I flush it down the toilet many times a dayBut it crawls out wrecking our just-mopped floors.Reeking. ‘Bloody hell!’, we shout in lingua…

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A Yellow Iris

A Yellow Iris

Van Gogh stops byIn my garden.  Death feels chilly so he wants a morning back on Earth. I told him I admired his iris paintings.  He thanked me, didn’t…

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Headless Martyrs

Headless Martyrs

Headless martyrs are riding caribou intothe international forest again. Fairies sippingnectar from hyacinths chuckle at this scene. They remember why bushmen lick beehiveswith honey-coated tongues…

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Different Lives

Different Lives

Chris My alarm shrieks. It’s 6:57. Out of bed and into yesterday’s clothes. Dizzy from alcohol and insufficient sleep, I step into the morning under-dressed. …

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Skin Under Water

Skin Under Water

draw a bath.with crayons?how does one color water? clear does not do justice,the glisten of droplets on skin.I’ll draw us a bath, you said, and I sawan…

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