Poetry

Every step I make on board I am ensured a duty A little chance to defend my King To prove him my fealty And every box I step...

I am woman.My menses borne beforesanitary napkins and tampons. I am woman.A breast cancer survivorclose to eighteen years now. I am woman.Daughter of a feisty Waraywho...

THE ETERNAL WOMAN The eternal womancomplainsabout the quality of breadin the kitchen. Nor do I growlback at herthough she angers melike a nail in my foot. MOONCURSE Although...

A glimpse of a full moon On an early Thursday morning. You look at the living room And discover A presence long gone. And there is nothing You can do. Nevertheless My...

Here the seashore stores The footprints of strangers And stories about the oceans Like nobody knows until now where the first wave came from And open secrets of ancestors Like...

Dusk The sun bleeds as it dies. Magentas, crimsons, lilacs spread across the sky. “A variant of the riddle goes: A pair of yarn balls...

Prelude I’m scared of this masterpiece,                           how I painted it so perfectly with every bit of green and blue, sewed                           to a threshold of fragmented doors— a...

Brighter than a thousand suns, / am become Death. Yet, as atoms split, re-configure, they sometimes moderate to re-arrange the glories in the bud, the splendours in the bush. Under a cleansing Heaven, life re-bIooms, charged and changed through a quiet, latent in that self- propelling spirit, there since our isIands’ birth.

Each Sunday I see him seated on the church steps, bedraggled clothes, white hair and beard, as I arrive for the last Mass, head bowed almost to his...