Elva Clarke (Writer) and Mario Guthrie (Photographer)
She questioned the existence of this thing she called love. How it shifted and changed directions with time and how somewhere in the middle of it she couldn’t see it. Though structureless she clung to it and never wanted it to leave. She wondered why something so amorphous, upon departure, left her feeling that way - with some shape but no definition.
Jamaica Writes will be here tomorrow with more from our 62 word edition. - JW
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Self-contained Think Tank. Writer. Poet. Strategist. Organizational Coordinator. Lover of God, Life, Family, Friends, Books & Music. Writes for ease. Contemplative. Inhales the internet. Dreams at will. Jamaican.
