…and every dot represents clusters of communities of living matter we will never recuperate. That too, is not your fault.
The little girl went through the motions of preparing and pouring the steaming hot-tea into dainty cups that sat atop matching saucers, she sweetened with condensed milk, and began a conversation with her dolls. (also, self-promo)
A fable for you today, dear friends, a hope for your wellbeing, and a wish for miracles. Drop me a line to let me know how and if you're enjoying these 30 days-30 poems. Be well.
We're challenged to write a poem that delves into the meaning of our name. There's a lot to talk about here, as I write under my middle name, my pen-name. See how you like my creation. Thanks for reading.
The Colombian Nobel prize-winning author Gabriel García Márquez published the novel Love in the Time of Cholera in Spanish in 1985. Have you read it? Do you remember how in the novel lovesickness is suggested to be a literal illness, something like a plague, comparable to cholera? Share your thoughts with me, please. Think I should make time for it? Maybe...
In Belize, there is only one season. Hot. And when that’s all you know about you do not complain. I never complained. Never. But, as I got older I became curious when at the end of the year I started noticing a pattern. First came the migrating birds and shortly after the migrating tourists. They landed on our shores; their pale faces a sure indication that they weren’t getting enough sun.