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On the Threshold
Years of the Living Dead
Now is not my time to die
Total darkness in daylight
A coward’s bravery
You are my certainty
Moods
Goddess of Grains
Hidden Girl
Destiny’s Step-Daughter
Dame Nowherian
The mother of your baby
Snatcher of the Spry
Fair women is all his cry
He Walks in Liquor
Soul Stealer
Painful Pursuit
The Pain of Your Absence
Then am I out of my mind
Mother and Daughter
Coolie Daughter Calls Home from New York
Father and Daughter
Said the Daughter to her Father
None other hope but Thee
You protect me
Where is your grace?
I drown in chains
Ballad of the Mermaid
Bachelor Girls
Sold out for a Green Card
Abyss of Anguish
Life’s cruel game
Wounded Lioness
Cruel and Unkind?
Do you ever remember me?
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On the Threshold is an anthology comprised of 50 poems in 11 sections. The
poems in each section share a common theme. The motifs range from death
in On the Threshold; to misery in Total Darkness in Daylight; to homelessness
in Destiny’s Stepdaughter; to happiness in Moods; to economic reality in
Sold out for a Green Card; to cruelty in Wounded Lioness; to pathos in Soul
Stealer and Mother and Daughter; to prayer in Father and Daughter; to
hilarity in The Ballad of the Mermaid; to parody in Snatcher of the Spry. The
four poems that comprise Snatcher of the Spry are parodies of these poems
respectively: “Coming thro’ the Rye” by Robert Burns; “Fair liberty was all his
cry” by Jonathan Swift; “To Lucasta, Going to the Wars” by Richard Lovelace;
and “She walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron. Each section of this anthology begins
with an epigraph.
The darker sections of this anthology are about my grandmothers. From
childhood my mother began telling me about their travails. She told me their
stories repeatedly because she wanted me to write about them so they
would never be forgotten. The remarkable thing about the lives of these
women was the fatalism with which they accepted the injustices done to
them. They both suffered from asthma. My paternal grandfather traded in his
wife for her younger sister because in his ignorance he believed that asthma
was contagious. He took the second sister off to a distant island. My father
and his mother were sent to live with her eldest brother. Three times daily my
father went with his calabash to collect their meals from relatives. When my
grandmother died my grandfather returned home and took my father. By
then he had two more sons. Throughout his life my father lashed out at his aunt
who was twelve years old when she was made to take her sister’s place. The
trauma of witnessing his mother’s pain drove my father to drink himself into an
early grave.
When my grandmother gave birth to my mother rabies hit her father-in-law’s
herd and killed more than fifty cattle. Her mother-in-law attributed this disaster
to the daughter-in-law and her female newborn. She claimed that they were
cursed. She forced her son to take his wife back to her family. They sailed
overnight down the Demerara River to Georgetown on an open raft. My
grandmother contracted pneumonia and had an intense battle with death.
She recovered to the news that her husband had remarried. He never learned
that she became asthmatic.
My grandmothers went to early graves. My mother lives with their heartache
and she passed this legacy to me. The fruits my grandmothers reaped from this
world were bitter but the pathos of their lives has mellowed into a sad beauty
as the decades passed. May the poetry of their anguish bring you pleasure
and a better understanding of the female condition.
On the Threshold is an anthology comprised of 50 poems in 11 sections. The
poems in each section share a common theme. The motifs range from death
in On the Threshold; to misery in Total Darkness in Daylight; to homelessness
in Destiny’s Stepdaughter; to happiness in Moods; to economic reality in
Sold out for a Green Card; to cruelty in Wounded Lioness; to pathos in Soul
Stealer and Mother and Daughter; to prayer in Father and Daughter; to
hilarity in The Ballad of the Mermaid; to parody in Snatcher of the Spry. The
four poems that comprise Snatcher of the Spry are parodies of these poems
respectively: “Coming thro’ the Rye” by Robert Burns; “Fair liberty was all his
cry” by Jonathan Swift; “To Lucasta, Going to the Wars” by Richard Lovelace;
and “She walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron. Each section of this anthology begins
with an epigraph.
The darker sections of this anthology are about my grandmothers. From
childhood my mother began telling me about their travails. She told me their
stories repeatedly because she wanted me to write about them so they
would never be forgotten. The remarkable thing about the lives of these
women was the fatalism with which they accepted the injustices done to
them. They both suffered from asthma. My paternal grandfather traded in his
wife for her younger sister because in his ignorance he believed that asthma
was contagious. He took the second sister off to a distant island. My father
and his mother were sent to live with her eldest brother. Three times daily my
father went with his calabash to collect their meals from relatives. When my
grandmother died my grandfather returned home and took my father. By
then he had two more sons. Throughout his life my father lashed out at his aunt
who was twelve years old when she was made to take her sister’s place. The
trauma of witnessing his mother’s pain drove my father to drink himself into an
early grave.
When my grandmother gave birth to my mother rabies hit her father-in-law’s
herd and killed more than fifty cattle. Her mother-in-law attributed this disaster
to the daughter-in-law and her female newborn. She claimed that they were
cursed. She forced her son to take his wife back to her family. They sailed
overnight down the Demerara River to Georgetown on an open raft. My
grandmother contracted pneumonia and had an intense battle with death.
She recovered to the news that her husband had remarried. He never learned
that she became asthmatic.
My grandmothers went to early graves. My mother lives with their heartache
and she passed this legacy to me. The fruits my grandmothers reaped from this
world were bitter but the pathos of their lives has mellowed into a sad beauty
as the decades passed. May the poetry of their anguish bring you pleasure
and a better understanding of the female condition.

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