Just touch dung in JA,Shaggy’s chune a blaze,Man an’ woman a rock, music set di whole place a sway. Man dem a hold tight pon dem woman, like seh tomorrow nah come,An’ di gyal dem a brace back, ’cause dem love di fun. Di beat sweet, di rhythm have everybody a trance,By night end, every […]
Clear one island. The surf brings you softly to another. Stations of cratered mountains, clouds tightening around the necks Of these green monstrosities. This archipelago is a trail of memory. On this old path I find a new poem, a new way of seeing myself. These are strange pauses— young tender islands. Below, the sea
