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The Boy with One Shoe
no more than twelve
walks like he is trying to sneak up on the world,
hesitating with each step,
as if the world is trying to take the little he has left.
Bougainvillea
This isn’t a pretty flower to much
Most pass it’s treasure unnoticed
It’s presence, much like stop signs,
we see and ignore
These ordinary flowers
are the seeds of our island,
planted more than beaches eroded and resorts built
The Myth Chaser
The sun was settling over Eleuthera, shining light through the research center’s windows. I leaned over my desk, studying the strange carvings on a rock from a dig site. My curls had escaped their bun and covered my face as I traced the markings with my fingers. These symbols had haunted me since childhood.