Lucky Hill, St Mary Jamaica
Maybe 'cause I was named for a horse--I don't really know.. Or maybe growing-up in the West Indies instills a heightened intuitiveness:Me-figure-me a litmus of moods and the curious going-ons of us, men. I strain to describe the grooves in the rocks just outside the water's fall.
My AuthorStand Titles
A little verse full of zeroes, angst and anti-heroes--who with aplomb stroll towards better days.
"Dinner" contest entry:
A re-imagining of the classic haves vs have-nots story--and each's origin--maybe !
Written expressly for the: April's Fool Contest
What we see sometimes depends on who's looking.
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I teared-up when the map-less souls of “Norma and the Fly” first introduced themselves to me, I tear-up now that my affairs with them are over and I must allow them to date other people.