Will we rise again?

Rising from enslaved graves. Rising from Indentured graves. Rising from graves of plantation injustice. Rising from graves of indentured servitude. Rising to Emancipation. Rising to political Independence. Rising to Nationhood. Rising to a new destiny. Buried again in the hulls of regional air travel. Buried again on the plantations of regional airports. Buried again inContinue reading “Will we rise again?”

Our Mother’s Womb/The First Teacher of Emancipation

Our mother’s womb – the first teacher of Emancipation The womb feels enclosing yet liberating. confining yet flexible. imprisoning yet the possibility to exist and exit. controlling yet freeing. The womb feels like an intimate, warm space dominated by water, yet not drowning. with limited room for movement, yet enough space for growing. overwhelmed withContinue reading “Our Mother’s Womb/The First Teacher of Emancipation”

Volcanic Desire

Deep inside, there’re volcanic desires rumbling, roaring, and restless, pulsating, pulsing, and pushing. Deep inside, there’re volcanic desires waiting, weeping, and wanting connection, completion, and company. Deep inside, there’re volcanic desires lonely, listening, and lusting, for companionship, community, and communion. Deep inside, there’re volcanic desires sending signals to the surface testing, tempting and tasting. DeepContinue reading “Volcanic Desire”

Tribute to Elena Dabdoub

Elena, a name signifying “Shining Light”. A ‘shining light’ brilliantly rose from the skies of the Middle East, traversing and navigating Atlantic Ocean waves, resting briefly on the twin landmass of the Dominican Republic and Haiti, finding rest, respite, and residence in the Land of Wood and Water, Jamaica. Elena, the ‘shining light’, willingly embracedContinue reading “Tribute to Elena Dabdoub”