These are typical West Indies style housing with the pretty color dotting the landscape.
He lived in the fishing village and worked here, in this artists shack, which were dotted along the roadside everywhere I drove. He took out his guitar and seranaded us with his Bob Marely songs. Oh, yes! And then he showed us his artwork, as we looked down at the town. So much talent here. So little opportunity.
#Alwaysaflower. There must always be flowers to color my world.
This is my contribution to #TuesdayOrange #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra. Throw a little color her way!
A symphony plays
The strings of my heart
Music to my eyes*
A giant tree for good measure! Thank you for taking the time to do #TreeTuesday with me! Much appreciation to all. Have a great night from here!
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?*
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.*
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"