Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author’s inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those fleeting thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are, warts and all. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.
Philanthropist Denied
“The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility” ~ Paulo Coelho Feed your lust upon my bodyshe moaned,but leave my soul aloneI cannot givewhat I haven’t got.Do not fall in love with me,she wailedin her impassioned [...]
Did We Just Have A Moment?
"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love and to let it come in" ~Morrie Schwartz Somewhere between dairy and produceyou discovered the freshness of desire;after the Brie and before the cilantro,you felt the stirring.You [...]
Compassionate Witness (Cayja Vu Part 1)
"If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come"~ Chinese Proverb A Tsunami of heavy humid air washes its welcome over meas I step from the plane onto the searing tarmac.Welcome back to Cayman,allure of the azure [...]
Nocturnal Demeanor (Cayja Vu Part 2)
Pinholes in this blue-black dome dazzle my senses,while this ever present clammy cloak weighs heavy on my skin.Iguanas and other denizens of the dark... foraging while the island sleeps.Piercing the still of nightroosters crow,because they can.Meanwhile mymeandering stream of thoughtssurrender [...]
In Love With Being Me (Cayja Vu Part 3)
If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come.~ Chinese Proverb Twice-baked days drenched by the sun,on the beach of seven miles,disbelieving eyes inhale robin egg sky, juxtaposed on turquoise seas.Bougainvillea blues howling deep from [...]
Singular, Longing For Plural (Cayja Vu Part 4)
Tamarinds and Casuarinas conspire to sway me from this heaviness. Pervasivenessstealing from me my breath,leaving me,just leaving me. Cayman sunshine warms the wind while wood chimes sing to screaming parrotsmasking the air with playful banter,whilst my heart to pain submits. How can [...]