“Memento”
Displays the mysterious contradiction of internal versus external realization.
It juxtaposes the exposition of the mundane behind a clandestine reality.
Memento exhibits an incongruous subject usually hidden from view, and presents it to a curious audience.
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Surrey driver feel the breeze Canting hooves on cobbled streets
Bay Street Nassau Downtown trot Keeping rhythm pulling cart
Handsome horse equine grace Earns his keep champion pace
Sunburned arms red as lobster Salt air streams into my nostrils
Bouncing springs squeak underfoot School boy selling papers shout
In the distance cruise ships peak Seaport closer at Potter’s Cay
Lignum Vitae national tree Shade the sidewalk watching me
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It is an absolute honour to have my short story, “The Penitent Father,” featured in Issue 2 of Lolwe Magazine.
CONEFLOWER GIRL
A fancy little lady just as happy as a lark
Seduces with her eyes Just to compel a spark
Her face is pollen ridden, her arms are spread out wide
She blooms in the heat of summer, attracting butterflies.
A day of new beginnings
The universe beams with pride
She ushers in the dawn light
As the dark subsides
©PT Russell. 2020
A Hymn to the Evening
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
by Phillis Wheatley
