As the morning fog drifts across the lake, we make our way, poles in hand Carefully we load the boat and leave behind the land The calm waters begin to dance as our boat pushes through As we search for the perfect spot to spend…

#39 wooden stairs go down to the beach & little girls who’ve just learnt to count go up & down them gleefully announcing how many there are i am sick with ulcers & cannot make the journey myself so every day must descend & ascend…

Poem 3 – The Call Softly the wind whispers; “Come home to me” The cold air covers my body in a cocoon of emotions. “Come home to me” The whispering sound moves deep inside me. Wondering eyes pierce through my armour, Soothing my soul, Beckoning…

Fingers twirl her hair soothing scalp, shoulders, and soul. Rinse away all ails.

Once again, I cast my line; My eyes garlanded with the brightest lures M.A.C can offer; My nails glittering in the ocean of the club; I cast my line into the sea of dancing bodies; But it’s a game of balance; Look too eager and…

He spends his time On the water’s edge Rod in hand And An expansive Ocean within glance He sets his life on the line Each time He sets sail In those ocean waves He’s a man That’s been taught To fish for days For he…

I spent decades in a cage – acrimonious a basket case full of making assumptions I am locked and loaded at the very least A prisoner made of bullets — my ribs lined with triggers Waiting for the key to turn and for my mouth…

I cast out my line and wait for a nibble I sit there proudly, having wove a fine line But the months go by and still no fishes bite Despite my hard work, despite my great design I wait and I wait, crafting more lines…

Deep sea fishing is so much fun to me The waters of Jamaica are the best you see A beginner I am its awesome to see Me catch a blue marlin or Red Snapper whoiee. Escoveitch fish is what I love to eat with Roast…

The things we find ourselves doing when walking in disobedience Laughing out our misery After hours, toasting about fleeting happiness Making jack asses out of ourselves On treasure island The canvas of a soft moonlight That quickly turns to amber murkiness As dawn creeps upon…