Sunday, May 2, 2010

Weekend Post


POETRY

Here Today...Gone Tomorrow

It is like a stampede
how the mind works
in the gathering of things
and there are footsteps everywhere
sounds of feet chattering in chaos
screeching sometimes
in the push and shove
jostling each other
in the city streets of Mumbai
slick tiny business sizzling
with tandori naan and goat curry
and Times Square mavericks
hiding their eyes from street vendors
now selling hot-dogs and sugar-cane juice
you can see them here too
in Nathan Phillips Square
drinking water-coconuts with straw
or balancing cups of Tim Horton’s coffee
heading in and out of nowhere
in transit to pan-handle rush hour
sometimes difficult to understand
if mobility means to peddle oneself
in ascent or decent in going places
this we know with certainty
you are here today
and you will be gone tomorrow
as long as memory does not
suffer senility syndrome.

Leonard Dabydeen

Sunday, April 25, 2010

WEekend POst "Meeeee *"


by Melissa

My husband makes me feel pretty
on days when my mirror
is least complimentary,

he says, My,
you look winsome today
and I can't help but wonder
if all along
I've been hiding these pesky insecurities
on my face,
and he forged this lovely notion
on my behalf;
or I really am pretty,
in spite of imperfection

either way, it must be love,
right?

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Weekend *

This Week i went to my cousions house and threw a party. that party was like o.dee poppin.