Last Minute People

This is all about you, my familiar semi-stranger. The way you work.  The way you function. The way I feel after being in your space. Notice the absence of the word we, for there is no we in either theory or action. You are the slippage that accidently-on-purpose happens after one too many drinks; you […]

When the Heart Goes Awol

It’s true: my heart has gone offline again. This makes me neither cruel nor interesting, just eager for a way back in. Should you see a woman stumbling along jiggling heart-doors at random, well, it’s probably me. You know what I hate most about shrinks/therapists/councillors? They’re always asking how I feel about that—and that, and […]

On a Lighter Note…

I have a love-hate relationship with being naked. You can take that literally and figuratively—God knows I do. I had a deal once with a friend of mine—I get naked for photos and she includes a cat in hers. Wait—what? How did that happen? Because—that’s how we’re each inclined and the idea of it nearly […]

We’re All Breakable in the End

Your mask slipped. The sinew and bone holding you together was expected; that your beautiful face doubles as a warehouse of all I do not know of you and all I never will was an obvious truth obscured by inconvenience. It’s a breathtaking revelation because it’s true. And because I overlooked it. I can stare […]

Love It, Fear It, and Die Alive

Writing from fear and writing from love leaves similar page-scars but their internal footprints are contradistinctive. One reeks of husbandry and obligation, the other of mad exhilaration rooted in the fervor of curiosity and creation—an exalted state that occasionally strains the boundaries of duty and convention. Fear threatens an emotional hangover while love suggests the […]

Bark Like a Dog, Beg Like a Human

I didn’t sleep much on vacation. Disappointing, I know. The sun rises early and to shutter the blinds is to shun the scent of the sea-breeze sweetened by earth and foliage. At bedtime I don an improvised onesie—socks over hands—to keep the mosquitoes at bay. The morning rains are a gorgeous fury of unrequited love […]

What’s In a Name? Ask Barbadians–They Know.

This is a hard post to write–not because of the subject matter but because of the coconut bread/salt water/sun-drenched stupor that I am currently marinating in. No–I’m not complaining, I’m just hot to the point of feeling semi-drunk all the time, and true enough, two pints under the sun has the ability to leave me […]

“I Lost My Poetry.” (No, You Fucking Didn’t…)

“I lost my sense of poetry”, you said. You didn’t say that, actually—you said “I lost my poetry”, upon which I fell to my knees in search of your riddles. But I found nothing, for it was your sense of the poetic that was misplaced and not your words. Yes, there is a difference, and […]

Words in Context

I’m posting one day and one and a half hours after my appointed time. My inner child is keening in a puddle of tears while the rest of me is standing by, arms crossed, more or less sneering ‘suck it up, sweetheart’. First time ever—but no guarantees it’s the last.

If I Were a Radio

Maybe I’m already a fucking radio—maybe there is no if where I reside—where anyone with the inclination to play capture the flag with written words resides. We—the so-called normally functioning humans—receive and transmit on the regular, consciously or otherwise. We—transcribers of fellow primates on souls, free of the burden of sound. Knowingly, blindly, or un-awaredly […]