By S. Bharrat I dreamt that the day of revolution would come; that thousands would storm the city streets screaming for justice. – Mahadai Dass The day for revolution has come and gone and I hear your cry echo the wind that carries nothing but my brother’s silence: mouth sealed shut by his own mud and water. One counterfeit general – his wings … Continue reading On the Twelfth Day
For our journalists. Yuh tink I like wake up every marnin’ an’ see you? Dat I like lef’ meh house, meh pickanee, meh lil piece in dis cowboy country? Yuh tink dis is how I wan’ live? Dat I wan’ watch dem minista thief? Dat I wan’ watch thief watchin’ thief? Yuh really tink I wan’ hear how yuh beat yuh wife? And how she … Continue reading Reportah Storie
The unsaid. The unborn. Impregnated with words, feelings, so much of me. Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Silence…
Twin globes of soft, golden light. Two suns in a sky kissing gentle Atlantic waves. The epitome of heavenly. The essence of peace. Or maybe, just day time madness in dreams. But then my greedy eyes reached for the sky again and beheld a moon and sun, separated by space, connected by space, sharing space. Apart and together all at once. And you were there … Continue reading Day Time Madness in Dreams
Been thinking of a summer romance in the tropics. Been thinking of creating a galaxy for us, a galaxy built with the bricks of English syntax and fortified with the intricacy of meaning, built for me to be forever with you. I wanna be with you more than I’m with me. But mostly, I’ve been thinking of love and theories of how it happens. Do … Continue reading Do we fall or grow in love?