Prologue

Today is January 12, 2010 and it is my first attempt at blogging. The aim of this blog is to share the "sloppy scrawlings" of my writings and to provide a first-hand accounting of the things in life that have moved me to jot them down. My work comes from all that I have experienced through travels and my cultural roots. I was taught to write only that which I come from and perhaps, through this endeavor others might find similarities. Afterall, we have more in common with one another than the converse. This is the writing I wish to share with you;





A Lifeless Sail Upon a Laurie’s Flatbed

I caught the crimped underbelly
of a well-sailed,
leeward,
ship, dry-docked without its cringle,
cringing on its starboard side,
while in portage upon a laurie’s back.
You could tell the stories she had held
of her misery with the wind,
and the knots she’d braved
against the ominous white-foamed,
ocean’s waves.
The meeting by mere chance, along roadside
at a cross light that had changed to red.
Admiring the grasp
of aged mollusks upon the keen keel,
the coats of paint
old
that revealed
some acute despair and a certain sailor’s neglect.
Where en route without sail, yet centerboard intact?
A sailboat without water,

sheer

naked

rudderless

the cross light was no longer red.