I see myself in you and other poems
I See myself in you Torso. I want to let you run through bougainvillea And chirp to the song of crickets To climb the guava tree and curl…
I See myself in you Torso. I want to let you run through bougainvillea And chirp to the song of crickets To climb the guava tree and curl…
Karen communing with her mother.It was a blessed experience. I had no planned structure about how to conduct the workshop.
Windrush arrival day June 22nd. Tribute to Sam King dubbed the ‘father of the windrush’ generation. Sam King was aboard the Empire W
Though it’s a while after the historic event, this post is recorded belatedly for posterity. Tony Warner of Black History
Assault Rifle “Pig ask e mumah wha mek e mouth suh lang She seh pickney, when yuh come yuh gon know Me ask me daddie how come he stan…
This post was published in Stabroek News Monday 21st. It’s reprinted here with permission of the author, Deo Persaud and
I’m sharing this following my facebook post bigging up this version of the traditional Guyanese dish. A few people wanted
He dreamed of having his own plot of land, I saw him in this image. Depiction of Ausar, God of
Antonio Butts – Red Woman I might have let it go, these automatic writing bursts I have from time to