Author - Pauline Graham Binder

There is a longing that does not go awayIt could be morning, night or middle of the dayI think of...

From white enamel mugs we drank chocolate and bush teaThere was no McDonald’s, no colonel from...

Adonis carved in ebony, wrapped in goldManchild, playful, determined, accomplishedJamaican to the...

Almost fifty years goneAnd still I think of youA beautiful flower crushedBeneath the heel of...

To you whom Love has brought togetherLet no one, no circumstanceno jealousy, no...

I remember those Anancy Dayswhen the cunning spider and his wily waysfilled our bedtime reading“One...

We often view history as being alivein books about the pastwhich we retrieve from dusty shelvesto...