Salt
The water rolled up another time in quiet apology…
Frig It!
Screenplay for a not-yet-produced short film.
What Can Story Do?
I’m not a scientist nor a politician, but, climate change is real and writing is how I process life.
Save the Earth
I struggle to breathe
Carbon dioxide in the atmosphere
Continuously you feed.
I am living in fear.
Home on the Waves
The sea breeze stank with the aroma of rotted seaweed, piled on the eroded and littered shore. Dead fish and mutilated sea life were a norm.
Fire And Brimstone
“She know how the story go already. No sympathy for ‘mad’ woman in this land.”
Milk in Bush Tea
By sunup, Soufrière have the country inside out. Bryna cyar recognize he farm; the North Pole like it move to Orange Hill, bringing heat instead ah cold.
Seasons
Marcel opened her eyes slowly. She blinked rapidly, inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She was alive. She was honestly surprised to be awake, yet again.
Heavy
It was then that I really saw the exodus…
Strayed Child of Hairouna
You used to tell people about the volcano in your island with a kind of pride, the life source of the island— a natural phenomenon that humbles even the most arrogant.
The Clean Up
The new tenants at the school next door
Hung their faces down as we
Entered the grey snow capped yard.
Snow on Banana Leaves
Petra had lived long enough to witness this once before. The monstrous anger of Soufriere in 1979. The pelted stones and the wrathful skies of obsidian.