We lie on our backs
to watch soap bubbles rising--
rainbows in the wind.
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Geoffrey Philp
I am a Jamaican writer. I write poems (haiku & haibun), stories & essays about climate change, Marcus Garvey, music icons such as Bob Marley, and the craft of writing through personal reflection & societal engagement.
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RESILIENCE
The date was 16th April, 2024. I will never forget that day for as long as I live. We woke up early in the morning and drove to the Police Station at around 6 am to pick up two officers for police escort. We drove past my village after picking up few more escorts and we journeyed onward to a remote school that we needed to visit. The school is about 3 hours away from the town but depending on the weather and road condition, it could take more hours than that.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)a day ago in Poets
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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