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Christine McVie RIP
Originally posted on songs from so deep:
Christine McVie, Fleetwood Mac’s great keyboard player, and the singer and songwriter of a huge proportion of the bands hits, has died age 79 after a short illness. It’s difficult to sum up exactly how pivotal and yet strangely overlooked McVie was in the band’s success, so I’m…
Poems by Medieval Visionaries
Originally posted on THE POETRY PLACE:
“Though Love appears far off, you will move into its depth.” Hadewijch of Brabant (13th c.) from The Mirror of Simple Souls She is alone in love, the Phoenix alone. The soul is solitary in love, the soul has all and has nothing, she knows all and knows nothing,…
Haiti – No to the Intervention of Foreign Special Forces!
Originally posted on Caribbean Empowerment Blog:
How can Canada, a country that calls itself a so-called defender of human rights, agree to be part of the Core Group, an illegal association of ambassadors that is destroying an entire society, Haiti? Where is the respect for the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations signed by Canada in…
Long-Unseen Painting of Jamaican Man Is Identified as Rare Richmond Barthé Work
living it down
You aren’t in my dreams anymore I’m thinking of new poems that you will never read I’m thinking how I could have done things things different I’m thinking I did the best I could I have this fantasy of bumping into you Telling you the whole story And it being easy Fool-child, hopeless romantic OpenContinue reading “living it down”
Reading The Blue Clerk, 169
Obeah, Orisa, and Religious Identity in Trinidad (Vols. I & II)
On Death of Billionaire Oligarch Elizabeth Windsor – Gabby Is Right
Originally posted on Caribbean Empowerment Blog:
By Tee White A poem by Barbados cultural ambassador, Anthony ‘Gabby’ Carter, on the death of Elizabeth Windsor, queen of England has generated unwarranted criticism from certain quarters on the island.? The poem, reprinted below, points out some truths about the British monarch and her relationship to the crimes…
The Second Year
I’m not crying…you’re crying (too)
Aida Rends 