‘Bent double, like old beggars under sacks’ DULCE ET DECORUM EST Wilfred Owen Morte Nobilis Establishment is as establishment was, bent, Control your freedoms and then tax you double, Liberties are privileges given like, Medals for surviving a war you did not choose, old, Lies…

Hot, spicy smear the meat, veggies, fish Jamaican heat, melts the street, music everywhere Ocean breezes, tastes salty,, in the sand Arm in arm, lips entwined Slowly sip my rum, Nicely        

‘A lesson to learn’, is what they tell me but what did I do to earn it I remember myself as a child with high energy, I wanted to win at everything and never quit A regrettable sense of faith let me to this story…

“I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra” ~ with apologies to Ishmael Reed[1]   My literary lovers aren’t like me. It is not my choice that I Follow the tracks of black men, gay men, dead veterans. But who I am Is all…

Here’s my attempt at a golden shovel: The original line inspiring it is “After Aging Well” by Robert Lee Brewer When you’re getting old You are free to respond Be like a frog That sits and jumps No thought given You feel young, then kerplunk!…

Harvard undergrads used to read books on the Red Line train. How many eyes nowadays scan print and paper? Virtually none. * Luddite, I’ll still carry three or four paperbacks in my tote bag, the poor man’s Kindle. * When I was sixteen, I hid…

she tires of being settled into settled for like the banks on which they’ve settled in for fishing expeditions from which she returns sodden and, the others, sated feeling nothing but numbness even filled to the brim with the catch for which each cast, or…

I call upon all of us, the people, WE to take to heart our shared need to seek for ourselves, each and every one – not point to ‘others’ or ‘them’ or  ‘the rest’ – but take upon ourselves a goal of transformation. This can only…

“History has failed us, but no matter.” – Min Jin Lee, Pachinko. To understand the sacrifices of my people, look to our history. We were royalty and yangban who created language from ashes, but our time of glory has been beheaded by the island folks…