For now, there were only three people in this special room. They all sat on silver metal chairs, with their hands zipped tied between their backs. They did not remember taking off, they were too drugged up for that. However, the occasional air pocket was a reminder of not being on solid ground.
Japanese theatre always seemed mysterious and intriguing to me. I’ve always wanted to learn more about style, costume, movement, make-up, characters, and everything it encompasses. Yet, I couldn’t find the time to make it happen. Then, one day, while scoping through Arts & Crafts ideas for a group of individuals with different abilities, I came across KAMISHIBAI - Japanese Paper Play; a combination of street theatre and storytelling.
TwoZero I can’t remember the last time I was in a dimly lit space filled with heavy rhythmic sounds; coupled with deep bass jungle vibes, sweat running off my fingertips, and holding space among a sea of liked minded clubbers. Well, I lied. It was in my twenties. It’s been awhile. Those clubbing moments brought “Love & Happiness”- where friends were family.
DEL SOL The Host came into the room carrying a loaf of homemade bread. “The Irish sea is stirred up this evening. Crossing her in winter would make your stomach loss its contents, north and south.”
Comfort Food For My Mind
April 6, 2021 COMFORT FOOD FOR MY MIND Music is comfort food for my mind. It has the power to up root deep seeded memories of long ago. I remember those Saturday morning chores of carefully dusting off my dad’s 8-track tape player and turntable. Then I would turn my attention to his vinyl collection and pull out Herb Alpert – ‘Rise,’ released in 1979. The sounds of ‘Rise’ brought back memories of my Grandfather. I loved how the notes flowed, and the clapping of hands. I would zen out on memories. After all, my love of certain sounds definitely comes from my ancestors.
Letter To My Grandmother
March 30, 2021 TO MY GRANDMOTHER: LIFE’S LESSONS I have fond memories of you, growing up a “St-Michael’s girl,” in that little Chattel style brown house on the Harbor Road; also, known as President Kennedy Dr., in the parish of St. Michael’s, Barbados. There are so many lessons I took away from our time together, but these four always come to mind.
Sitting in a dimly lit Gerardi’s Café was none other than Christine LaForte. She appeared to be a confident, sprightly young woman in her mid-forties. She was looking at the painting of a coastal town somewhere in Southern Italy.
FADE IN: EXT. A STREET, OUTSIDE A BANK - DAY The loud sound of gun fire ripples through the air, with bullets hitting cars and other objects on the street. Two WOMEN are crouching at the side of a police car, to avoid being hit by bullets. AISLING (pronounced ASHLIN) MURPHY, Irish, white, mid-thirties, with red hair. She’s a police officer. Murphy is dressed in comfortable fitting black trousers, her tailored shirt has the police department insignia on the left side, with a police detective badge showing on her belt buckle, and steel toe boots. Her gun is a Glock 22. While crouching, Murphy alternates between the right and left knee for comfort and stability. Next to her is ASIA ROBINS, African American, mid-thirties, wearing a summer green two piece tailored suit, with a cream blouse, and a designer pair of close toe shoes with an ankle strap and low block heel. Robins is the bank manager. Her office identification badge is clipped onto the exterior jacket pocket. The badge has the community bank insignia, her name, job title, and the tag line, “150 Years Of Trust.” A bouquet of red roses lay off to the side, covered in dust and bullet debris.