For the past of two days, I’ve encountered the question, What’s Next? four times, in various ways. Of course, this is not the first time I’m hearing these words together or separately, but this is the first time the question stood like a peacock in my mind opening it glorious feathers spreading its ornamental blue,…
I don’t mean to sound like the Me and Mrs Jones song But me and my writer-friend Have this thing going on. We have been meeting at the same cafe on Friday around 10am to discuss our writing. We talk about our projects pains pleasures and our passion for writing. We talk…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
“Where am I?” my inner voice asked. Don’t get me wrong, friends I know where I am physically. I’m standing at the kitchen sink gazing out the window. On the right of my periphery there is a basil plant I carried inside a few weeks back when close-to-freezing temp threatened to flash-freeze the…
"Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias," A little girl sings, waking me from sleep. I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets, rousing others with her song. Any bed with him is where I want to be:-)I opened my eyes and realized, last night was not a dream. I did arrive in Seville,…
With no lover to hold or pull me back to bed I wake early, drape my robe on and walk to the living room. I pull the shutters, gently, trying not to wake the children. The shutters open with a creak -- reminding me that shutters make noises and I can’t control these…