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Be Careful how you treat someone…
BeTo just be, at times can involve memoriesOf losing someone to death of the most painful kindExposed and rawCarry on, you must For work and play outside the haven of your home CarefulWith a suit of emotional armour I ventured into a spaceOnce considered safeBut no longerFor a volcano was brewing its magma at my core HowA confrontation with a white manof the most dreadful kindWords thrown in a…
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My grandfather Emmanuel (white shirt) and my great uncle Wilfred (sitting down)...or...The Elders
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Shadow of what use to be…or...Use to be
(c) IMOB-Walsh/McCalla ShadowsOpaque surface rejects lightIf the surface is movingDancing takes place ShadowsLingering in what wasBecause the surface has not moved onStuck in a vacuum, never ending light ShadowsThe, I of what use to beMemories of a time Sillhoutes trapped in the mind ShadowsThe dust of incense Dying embers withinCollect on the ground No-where bound
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I always cry when a McCalla dies…
Those words were first written in Tio Victor’s piece. I’ve shed many a tear for those who passed on due to illness’ that showed no mercy, was brutal and bent on destruction. It’s one thing when it happens to your parents, tíos, tías and even primos … (c) IMOB-Walsh/McCalla Butwhen it makes an appearance on a siblingThat’s a whole new realm and you can’t help to wonder When you’ll be next I…
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Morning Nature News in Cornwall Connecticut…
6:30am in the morningI’m sitting outside on a green bench facing the Housatonic River. My intention was to dump my feelings via calligraphy pen unto my journal. Photo: EMC/IMOB InsteadI decided to listen to the morning news broadcasting in nature.Birds stationed at multiple locations throughout the 55 acres, report the first segment with chirps and bleeps in various tones and pitch. “It’s a…
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For my sister, Evie Marie Sundre
My sister Evie…or third one born
I am...
I am Ackee and saltfishdon’t like the ackee I am codfish frittersFried with scallions, onions till golden brown I am Plantańosfried and mushed in Mazola corn oil I am arroz con polloSaźon, Carolina rice washed 3x, meat falling off the chicken bone I am a hot dogHebrew national of course with a toasted bunor wonder bread, toasted I am Wise Potato Chipsgeez, onion and garlic, barbeque,…
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Nite Swimming...
I’ve said to myself too many times to count But this time like all the others, I mean itI’ve hit a wall, hardAnd there’s nowhere else to go My body is warning meTo stop living in fantasyWe are in conflict which I hateAnd I usually get my way If I knew the answer to thisIt would have a chance to stopI can’t find the answer on my own So, it spreadsLike a dog I’ve been chasing my tailSpinning…
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POC...Peeps of Colour...Just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round...
People of colour come in all ranges of skin tone black, tan, yellow, white, bronze and even the darkest purpleWe share the same colour tears and blood and in most casesthe same colour food As diverse as our colours arebecause of it, we lack theprivileges afforded to others We are harassed, ridiculed, talked at slowly, talked at loudlyas if we are ignorant imbeciles from an illiterate island I…
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Retreat...or Escape to serenity
I am me when I pack two days aheadarrange babysitting for the fursand book my ticket the day off. I am mearriving at Grand Central an hour before departureheading to the lounge I am mebuying a pretzel eating mindfullyas I people watch I am metime to board the trainwindow seatheadphones on I am meConcrete to green tracks to wildernessfast to slow I am medestination is knownas the green school…
Threes...
November, January, February After the death of two high school friends, one from suicide by hanging the other from an aggressive form of cancer, I thought I’d be next. Lordzt knows mental health (me) and cancer (mom) are two annoying friends I never invited to the dinner table. Bad things come in threes. If an unfortunate event has already occurred twice, a third is likely to occur. A…
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Happy Place...or ...
Just the fog dancing in the tree topsJust me alone with my mom’s traveling ashes doing what she always wanted me to doI could sit on this porch and cry all day because it’s the easy thing to doBut…Only a few tear drops this timeOff to exploreI am my mother’s daughter 9/9/23 I forgot to take my meds today. Not just one but all three. Held a chicken in my arms, cradled a goat’s head in my hands…
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Words down on paper...
Grief truly sucks. Grief truly sucks when dealing with cancer deaths. Grief truly sucks when dealing with mental illness. If mental illness is truly an illness why not start treating it as such. Provide the free health care and follow up as needed. Hire practitioners who are dealing with it themselves, who are empathic, and truly want to help those in their care. Not practitioners…
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Mid-life crisis or…Mid-life movement
I made an appointment on Friday. I traveled to Greenpoint, Brooklyn from Jerzy City, Nueva Jerzy on the Path to the MTA to the G train-notorious for never arriving on time or at all. Traveling from one city to another is not the same as traveling from one borough to another which I did when I lived in Brooklyn and worked in Manhattan. For the past few months, I’ve been stuck in Jersey City,…
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Tears, Sunshine and Hair...
I drop tears every day. Over loss, grief and difficulty adopting to a new life without a mother to run to. I drop tears every day. Over not enjoying the hobbies culminated during Covid. I drop tears every day. Over not having family, being alone with no emergency contacts close by. I drop tears every day. Over the person who once was me filled with purpose, goals and drive. I drop tears every…
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Spam I am...
Spam The disgusting radioactive nitrate laden meat substitute my single mom working full time served with love and a pan-fried egg drenched in Mazola Spam Cooked in a small non-stick pan byI, the latchkey kid to consumeafter a vicious name calling day at Catholic school Spam Easy to open, cut into parts and throwninto a pan of hot oil-howthe outside world treats a BLACK kid Spam The…
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My sister Evie…or third one born
I seldom talk about my sister Evie Marie, a.k.a. Judy. Evie was nicknamed Judy because she had Judy Garland eyes. I got stuck with Elenita-I guess I didn’t look like any movie star. Born in Jamaica, she’s the third child and the only one born at home. I wish I had more information on her home birth but mom, my mom passed on. This is where the should haves, could haves, did not haves- the…
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