Poetry Night

Every second and fourth Tuesday of any given month you would find me at Expressins: Poetry in the Pub. Normally, I don't take pictures because I'm anal and would be paying too much attention to trying to get the perfect shot as opposed to enjoying the spoken word. Luckily, the last open mic had a photographer in residence, Gemma Hazelwood and he got some awesome shots. To be honest, some of them make me wonder if it was the same open mic I went to because there is this added element of cool.

Anyhow, here is the link to the pics he did post. I didn't want to post them on the blog without his permission so I'm just posting the link. Also if ever you are in Antigua, come on down to Java To Go in Redcliffe Quay on the second or fourth Tuesday of the month and enjoy our homegrown spoken word. I promise you, you will have a good time.

Sartorial Sounds

To say I'm a fan of Street Etiquette is an understatement. I'm always checking out their tumblr because the imagery and I am growing to love well dressed men. Anyway, the last time I was on the tumblr I found this download that reminds me why I love spoken word. I’ve been writing poetry for years now and for a while thought it was relegated to books and magazines. Then Def Poetry Jam came out and I saw the movie “So I Married An Axe Murderer” that opened my mind to the potential of poetry shared through speech. I especially liked it when it was set to music.

This is the clip and you can download it from here


You can go here to the Street Etiquette for more info on this wonderful collaboration of artists.

And I can’t do this post without the clip from the movie I mentioned above.


Also, this is one of the things in life that makes me genuinely happy. Back in FIT, I would listen to a Jazz station while I did my work in my room. One day, they played this collaboration with a poet and a jazz band and it was an aha moment. A moment that you enjoy and cherish and you leave yourself open to experience it again. I experience it live when one of the organizers for Expressions: Poetry at the Pub, Zahra Airall, read one of her pieces while Promise, a talented local singer/musician/songwriter, played guitar. I don’t know about the others but I enjoyed it completely. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time or energy to pursue that form of art form right now, hopefully in the future.

These Last Days

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The moon casts a spell
Over the barren earth,
Turning all the surfaces
Into a poor man's silver,
Softening the edges
Of the vulgar landscape
And hiding all the attrocities
Into heavy, dark shadows.

I sit under said moon
On the roof top of my home,
Rifle in hand,
Eyes searching,
Ears listening for the slightest sound.
I am waiting.
It's night 18.

I have about three days worth of food,
Then I have three more days
Before hunger consumes me.
I rather be consumed by hunger
Than by them,
But neither will consume me.
The last bullet in my pistol
Already has my name.

These last days
Are not for my physical survival,
These last days
Are for me to enjoy
All the things I neglected
When I had my whole life ahead of me.

I watched the sun rise,
Felt the breeze cool my skin,
I sat in the moonlight
Staring at the stars,
Oh so many stars,
I tasted raindrops
As it washed my face,
I inhaled the scent of
Grass, flowers, nature.

It was only when
My life was near it's end
That I realise what is important,
Who was important
And why they all were important.
As I sit here,
I am at peace,
I am prepared to die
On my terms.

But not tonight.
Tonight, I will kill as many
Of them as I can.
Tonight, I live,
Tonight, they die.

Little Red Hoodie

I'm happy to say that the complete Little Red Hoodie is now on the page. I apologize ahead if there are any grammatical mistakes and/or spelling mistakes. I hope you like it and now I can go back to writing poetry :)