The Daily News

Yesterday’s colours splash, Fill pools on the sidewalks The present horror making cracks Great ravines of political bloodshed And placebos for real families The buses heave by Casting grey yellow crests In their wake. The door of my driver side rattles, The third layer on my morning’s shuffle Second to nature’s steady beat against windows…

we met in the rain [poem]

We met in the rain. I shivered and you offered me your coat, opening your arms so I could walk in your warmth. I embraced you. Huddled close under my meek umbrella you lifted for us, I held your hand to help steady it against the winds, and we tiptoed and slipped from puddled shore…

Happy National Poetry Month! (and a micropoem)

I simply had to find a way to pull myself from my Haitian paradise (of course I came back) in order to honour this month of poetry – particularly as I missed most of March and February’s honours (women and blacks, respectively). For today, a micropoem – and it is not for the foolish of…