When they remembered his death for every year after, every 16th of November, they would remember his face before his wavering eyelids stilled, and his glistening body under the light of the kerosene lamp before its warm sweat lifted up into gentle vapour at its final stirring . . .
Tell us about yourself.
I’m a poet and a dancer. Both my writing and my dance practices are spiritual practices. As a dancer, my work has recently been exclusively improvised, both without accompaniment and with improvising musicians . . .
I came from the mother lands of black people
My roots are from Africa where we originated from
My background is where rivers collide and the gold coast is formed
I AM ME, and only I can decide what I am going to be
I go to school for knowledge and education because education is key
With education, it’s the only way I can be free, it’s the only way I can express the
educated side of me
Because as long as I stay in school, I can be successful in this world I call my life
And within this world we can all be what we wanna be if we follow the blueprint that
Out for us to see
So don’t disrespect your elders if they’re trying to put you on the right path
Just put your head up, and I’ll promise you won’t crash
. . .
Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough
If all the cash in the world would be good enough
When I think of you, I wonder if I could treat you well enough
How can I be good enough when my state of mind is mindless?
Doubt infects the mind like a blinding virus
Clouding judgement until I’m feeling lifeless
It’s like this could be the last chance to write this—
Poem, how could I ever know on my own
If I only doubt myself when I’m alone?
So please tell me if I’m good enough
Maybe it’s a misunderstanding between us
You tell me you love me, but act like you’re sick of me
I act like I don’t care, but it’s killing me inside
I could have lied, when I’m with you pride—
Is worn like something tight—
When I’m alone, it’s the exact opposite . . .
My ballet slippers are white as new
My tutu is glittery and blue
I kiss her on the cheek and here I go
Off to the stage and see me glow
Walk up the ladder, light dim, silence like no other
My heart is pounding in my head, almost feels like I’m about to urinate
Applause starts and down from the ceiling here I go
Back straight, arms delicate now walk like a feather
I am nervous and get the chills like cold weather
I want to remind mommy’s little girl how we used to dance together
No matter what obstacle, I’ll make it better
I’ll always dance for her even if she is in a wheelchair
The music of the violin was what she loved the most
And the beach and the sand massaging her feet was her favorite memory
But now things changed, despite I can’t hear her talk or see her dance
I just need a smile and that’s what makes me feel marvelous
Two weeks till the X-ray
I pray that at least halfway she will make it okay
Happy is where I would love her to stay
And one day again we will dance ballet
This dance is for her
I would love her to know that dreams do come true
Because here I am dancing for her
Me being the swan in this play and defeating her pain
This is my greatest joy and the end to this play
A smile I got from her today
Applause too for my first showcase
. . .
Home is where the heart is
A place where warmth and comfort can be
A quiet place for just me
Where I can be alone
Even with everyone home
Where I can eat all day and sleep all night
Without anyone bothering me in sight
Away from the world
But still so close
The world will always be an exciting place
But home is where my heart is
. . .
Tell us about yourself.
I am a writer living in Toronto with my family that includes a busy husband, Danito, a 17-year-old stepson, Eric, and a very busy 5-year-old son, Teo. I have written two novels: The Electrical Field and One Hundred Million Hearts, and am just finishing a third, as yet untitled . . .