I am balanced precariously on a hammock on my friend's verandah. It is one of those wrap-around ones and it hugs the three bedroom bungalow on two sides. I have my own room and bathroom and use of the whole house. There is a jacuzzi on the back deck; I spent my first night sipping on Ginger … Continue reading Of Hammocks and Island Breezes (Day 1)
Caged Bird
So Mama Maya has been gone less than a week. Back home, we'd be getting ready to sit down for the traditional one-week ceremony and decide Things. I just found out the Wake is on Saturday, but that it is private. The compromise though is that it will be streamed. It's amazing how some folks … Continue reading Caged Bird
Bridges
To say bridges thrilled her was an understatement. Upon approaching one, she had all the makings of an impending orgasm. The kind that had the tendency to leave the mouth in an “O”.
Busua
For David... You lie face down chest rising in a pattern all your own on the bed we’ve shared for two nights arms in a triangle supporting your head full of curls You are a linear progression...after this triangle Body slender wrapped in the cover cloth thighs touching each other parting at the knees to … Continue reading Busua
Hello 2014
As a kid death came early to me. My maternal great-grandmother died when I was seven. I have very little memory of being with her but stories abound of how mischievous I was as a kid and how I used to hide her rosary and prayer-books and watch gleefully as she searched for them. They … Continue reading Hello 2014
