Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Been to see the beached whale, etc.

Been to:

- visit a ol' lady [who seem lonely to me], she open she back verandah door and show me she mango tree so full, it look 10 months overdue

- the hospital to visit a young boy who, riding home from school, get fling into the air by a speeding motor-cycle

- visit the child's gran'ma

- take a foreign woman to we market to teach she about local food, the Sunday morning sunshine was cooking we arms but we was happy and laughing, the heat didn't trouble we

- visit me Azeri friend one Sunday afternoon, we sit at the kitchen table near the wide, open windows and chat, the chimes in the patio outside ring in the breeze, and the trees rustle, luring me to stay, to stay, I leave when the sun was almost set

- sit under the big, white tent outside the tax-office, waiting four hours to re-new my driver's licence, and to pass the time I chat with a' 80 year-old chap who tell me stories about he life Abroad

- tutor...some English lessons in the day, some in the evenings, and I laugh with me students til eye-water drop from me eyes, and one man do a google-translate on the computer, from he language to English, for me: "Laughter prolongs life"

- walk in the park as the sun was rising

- walk towards sunrise in the next neighbourhood

- stroll in the morning rain

- me own poetic session one night...I switch off all the lights, open the door to me small verandah and listen to music as the ocean do some wild soca moves against the wall, across the road, and the traffic add a rrrrrrr

-  see the beached whale this morning, listen to the comments of the crowd and write them down, and take pikchas

Today is Beethoven birthday. 

And Noel Coward.

And my bir'day too.

What you been up to, dear gentle-people?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Dear, dear World...

Dear, dear World,

I stopping in the middle of editing to ask...

...why nobody never tell me about this before? 

But then again, maybe is good to not know it before, because now, I got the joy of discovering it while tweakin' an' twistin' words, while cool sea-wind blow in, and grey sunlight peep into me new room here...

Ahhh Dear, dear World, how I wish everybody had the chance to do something beautiful everyday!

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Things that eat, and things to eat.

I been to me old neighbourhood, me heart in me hand.  I had to talk to it, comfort it, remind it that selling the old house was a sensible move, a good move, a happy move.

I got to do this every time, every single crazy time that I go back to that old neighbourhood!  It is cos o' them memories that can eat into me, memories of me sitting in me sunny, yellow room, sugar-cane stalks stalking me outside the window, and the…

…Y’know what? It ain’t good to look back this way.

It is better to celebrate what the future can bring, and what the present offer.

So, lemme start again.

I been to me old neighbourhood to visit my dear, beloved Irish Auntie, and when I see she, me heart was its rightful place, beating with gladness to see she.

I walk with she as she water she garden, I admire orchids and heliconias, I talk she ears off.  I pick and eat a cherry tomato bursting with red life.  We walk around the neighbourhood then we go back to she home where we had Irish soda bread, she drink tea and I drink passion-fruit juice with mint leaves, in she verandah by the sea.

She give me a bag with little gifts…

…cherry tomatoes

…some strands of lemon grass, or as we say, fever grass

…seasoning pepper that is big on taste without the fire

…curry leaves

...and bora (or as some say, snake beans).

I leave when the darkness drop she cloak down, but the moon been full and cover that ol' cloak with light, and the sea breeze blow cool across the garden to the gate, and I drive home with me heart in its rightful place.

Monday, November 03, 2014

The car doors refuse to open.

Hello ocean.

Hello allergies.

Hello sticky heat.

And crickets kickin' up a racket (I ain't know if it is tennis or badminton).

And mosquitoes. 

And typoes on tv. 

Hello car mechanic, I waitin', waitin', waitin',
hope to see you soon, maybe one o' them herbal healers on tv can cleanse de car and make de doors open.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

I got hooked on The Walking Dead.

Here me is, visiting me sister, editing me first manuscript (I got 3), and writing down all the conversations that I hear.

Me visit in Florida is almost up and Iz seriously hooked on The Walking Dead.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

The Florida that I sense...

Florida, on the surface, me dears, is a fandango of beach, bars, nightlife, clubs, Miami and Latina-things. Florida is afloat with boats, yachts and marinas just like places that I been to in the Caribbean. And shop? Buy hard glitter, and sweet, melting things; buy leather-things that fold like silk; tech toys that make you feel you can see and hear other worlds. All this, and your pocket ain’t gon bruk like when you shop in other countries. Pick, choose, refuse restaurants and menus. As for culture-things, man, your senses gon cry for a moment’s rest.

Like everywhere in the world now it seem, corporate-perfume is heavy over the glass windows, the chrome and stones, thrilling you by your eyes and nose, playing low music to call you in if you dare push open a door. Cool air in them stores soothe the sun-fever on your skin.

Which is thrilling in a new-world kinda way.

But me? What about me? 

Today, I check out some photos on Kim blog-post, Trading JourneysThe photos is of woman-artist, harnessing horse to cart, going off to art-event in Wigtown. The air in them photos look fresh, I sense this from the misty background, she jacket and she wisp o’ hair falling loose. She ain't painted with lipstick, eye-liner, mascara, the only colour of she nails is of flesh and blood, she ain’t in heels and jewels from a fine-carpet store.

I look at them pictures, a yearning rise up in me like a rambling dream I wake up to, straining to remember.

Then the truth bite me like a’ alligator escape from one o’ them ponds they call lakes around Florida home-developments.

The Florida that I want to experience is one that I keep sensing. It wild, it full o’ long grass and weeds in rivers. It got beady eyes staring in the water, and sounds rise from trees, kkkrrr, and fall chirr before you can learn what creature is making them. Butterflies flit from non-garden flowers, and birds that I don’t recognize sing tunes that musicians can’t write.

Then, just like in waking up to real-life, I realise that this is a longing that go with me wherever I am. It is in me, it is me.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

Still in Florida.

Dear everyone, just stopping to say hello. 

Been badly bruised by sad news from afar, been hurt, confused.

Been healing, digging in me brother garden, playing with me 3-year old nephew. And best of all, been collecting tons of tales...also, evidence that me family is a bit mad. But de good news is, I is normal.

I'm listening to Spotify, but hear de song on youtube: Everyone's got something.

I'm madly in love. 

With Spotify. 

And I wish dey wouldn't block it in Guyana.