i have purposely kept poetry off this blog thanks to a certain level of paranoia. in a strange way, i remind myself of old masters (though i have not reached close to that status) who hide to practice their craft for fear of business being siphoned from them or their ideas being “stolen” or just plain fear of the exposure. but here is the beginning of a piece i just happen to feel compelled to share. a good carnival does wonders. there is no title.
on ash wednesday mourning begins
irrespective of the festivals to come
the fetes, the people, the soca will remain
but there will never be another two days
of such unbridled spirit
the body politic moving in unison
ethereal and african, unaware of the glory
the power of this defining art, this great equalizer
keeper of secrets, biter of tongues
Zahra Gordon 
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