Maybe tomorrow an us will live yet again in your smile, my love. I say “we” and it looks so incredibly small – yet my everything. April 22 Challenge

The imperfection of a Taylor series almost broke my interest in physics – I wanted things to be like this: always finding the exact answer to everything. Clean. Not messy. Alas, that is not the way! We want answers, oh yes we do. But the Universe doesn’t just give them up and even when it [...]

The scent wafting over the pain isn’t herbs twice boiled It’s dancing spirit trying to swallow it down: truth. And pain says hello to my mostly false whites To the one who wakes up with me crying in pain Hello hello it says handing us bags – suitcases It plans to stay for the long [...]

I am trying not to break I am not breaking I am not crying I am not panicking I am not not not not It’s okayit’s okay it’sokay It’soka yit’sssoook a it’sokay I am not broken I am not breaking Nothing is happening Nothing to panic about Nothing nothin gnothing It’s okay. It’s okay. (April [...]

A dissertation is nothing like a panther – except for sharp teeth. (Not to mention the full-coloured, captioned, figures that a panther has.) Meow meow, ow. But in the end you will be a purring kitty. The middle Haiku is officially Ryan’s first poem! (April 18 Challenge)

You are rain falling while I watch giant turtles swim past me, four feet deep. You are Barbados, the place I call mine. Or so I wish I could say. Like so many children of the stolen, I’m still trying to find my way. This much I know: There, warm water flows not just one [...]

Let your fear run you. I will not stand in your way – I once called you best. .or. Let your fear run you. I will stand in front of it – no more bulldozer. .or. Let your fear run you. I will be crushed by you both – the two bulldozers. .or. Let your [...]

Needles are tears and pulse on the left is not pulse on the right. The cleanser preparing my skin the needles going in My love far away and sorrow drenching body. That pungent smell is Chinese herbs draining my body of poison sadness. Back then I hated brewing was disgusted by drinking But now As [...]

Shame And some say “Shame” when we’re talkin’ up And “Shame” for the way we are And “Shame” cause we ain’t got a big flash house Or a steady job and a car. Some call it “Shame” when our kids they die From colds or from sheer neglect “Shame” when we live on the river [...]

Half or one in two Black children of Montreal live in poverty. It’s a Haiku, and an abomination. It’s Canada, an unjustly stolen nation. Half or one in two Black children of Montreal live in poverty. It’s true unlike mixing bowl lies they told What about the slaves they sold? And the children they refuse [...]