Island Soul City Dreams

I love New York, but my heart has a Caribbean beat. It pulsates to the traditions of my people. Attuned to the rhythms of this City, I stay West Indian to the bone. I reflect. I analyze. I speak my mind. ~ I Keep it Irie ~

Archive for the month “June, 2012”

In My Mind

I miss you with every fiber of my being.

I get all mushy inside at the thought of you.

Then I run off with these thoughts of all

I’d like to be doing to you, for you, with you.

In my mind, you’re still all you promised to be Read more…

Single Life

Old friend, I see you’re back to visit again,

Thought I’d banished you to eternity.

But slowly, stealthily you crept back in

Haunting my spirits, tormenting me.

Thought I kicked you to the curb that sunshine day,

The day your enemy wrapped me in his embrace, Read more…

Tears And Prayers For My Father

My father has always been one to disappear from my life. The first time he did so was shortly after my teenage mother told him she was pregnant with me. Over the next few years, he would suddenly “reappear” and without warning “disappear” again.  These so-called “appearances” were never in person, but rather through telephone calls and letters across the ocean from his home in neighboring Trinidad to mine in Barbados. His “here today, gone tomorrow” routine made for a rocky relationship between us and led to my mother raising me as a single parent. It would take almost a quarter century for him to finally appear physically before me.

During my young adult life, my dad and I eventually and miraculously built not just a parent-child relationship, but also a very dear friendship. We evolved from hostile father-daughter interactions to a daddy who doted on his beloved first-born and a daughter whose heart danced on answering the phone to hear her father’s sweet singsong Trinidadian accent. It seemed then as if my dad had retired as a magician – he was no longer pulling disappearing stunts. For almost a decade he remained a constant in my life and albeit late, I came to know and love what it felt like to have both a mother and a father. Three years ago, my father again disappeared for what might have been the final time, as today I fear he’s dead. Read more…

Not Me And Dat Eating Thing

My dear friend Hazel in Barbados often says: “When it comes to eating, I ent busy!” Like her, I feel the same. Well, for the most. I’m not a greedy girl and don’t accept service from any and everybody, but I do enjoy some good eating. Anyone who knows me is aware of my passion for the culinary arts and I’m especially thrilled when I meet a man that’s equally passionate. There are a few things as sexy as a man versed in this area. Ever since my first boyfriend showed off his amazing skills on me and served up the most mind-blowing treat, I have been sold on the idea that when it comes to eating, I’d rather relax and let a guy do the work. Read more…

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