VERSES

  Play Mas masqueraders fill the street  the road is all yours  that time of sunny year when Whine and jab cohorts  beads and buntings quive...

[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub] With night comes  The flicker of tiny flames There used to be before Climate change And present day rul...

[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]   At Near Mudnight - A Fold Riding at super speed, at near midnight, Tree silhouettes stayed their stance...

[imave courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub] not even your colours can cheer me. they invite me to your exhibition but what will I do there. without m...

Memory is the happiness of being alone. ― Lois Lowry, Anastasia Krupnick [image from google] I Do Miss - Fold The smell of freshly baked br...

THIS HAPPENED TODAY   in Cocorite and WestMoorings. Trinidad [image from google] MAKING MYTHS [10] LET GO Anxious. For night,  Angry is its ...

[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub] Quadrille - Boo  What a bootiful day, The October moon must say, She's larger than life, And booting...