Hey Guys...I am very pleased to announce that I have been listed as one of the 1000 Female Entrepreneurs in Barbados. It is such an honor. In this time of economic hardship one needs to be creative and self-sufficient and the search is on for those women who fit that profile and who can bring some empowerment to the youth in the country, both male and female.
You can go take a look at the movement on Facebook through the link below.
young Theo,” (I had been given my uncle’s name) “tell me ‘bout the beauties you
got line up now you at secondary school. Hmmmph, I hope you got de pick of de
litter. Yuh know what I been telling yuh over these past years – always go for
the pretty ones wid de good bodies, pretty face and nice hair, cuz when she mek
yuh vex and yuh ready to stomp out de place, and yuh look back, you know yuh
got a good looking woman that gonna keep yuh warm in bed and dat yuh don’t
gotta put de pillow over she head. So never mind how much yuh drink when yuh
left and how much pussy get pelt at yuh, yuh know yuh coming back home to de
one dat is yours cuz she aint gonna stray nowhere.”
response was always an open mouth and a bewildered look of amazement. How in
heaven’s name could he be telling me these things? But my Gramps was convinced
that these were the life lessons that every man should be taught. He made it
cleared he had prepared his son for my mother and now he was preparing me for “the
bitch” that I would have and “breed” in the years to come.
words were harsh, callous, degrading but what was strange is that he said them
with such conviction that you started doubting yourself on the validity and morality
of his perspective. My Gramps, or Reginald Oscar Valentine Moore as he was
called by my Gran just before an enameled cup whizzed past his head, was well
known in our village. Well, actually, notorious; he was very handsome, six foot
three with the body of a heavy weight boxer, the face of a black Bogart but
with the mouth of a lighterman. Yet every woman within a two mile radius would
come to Mr. Brown’s shop on Saturday afternoons, on the pretense of picking up
the weekly groceries, to listen to the stories my grandfather told of his
father and the men who went off to build the Panama Canal.
anecdotes made for intense listening and this large man took up at least two
thirds of the space in the front area of the shop, was thoroughly animated and
held the rapt attention of his audience for at least two hours. The men sitting
on the make-shift benches in the corner threw back a shot-of-rum every time
Gramps got to a good point in his story and the orator stood there smiling and
winking at the women who had come to purchase their groceries. The few times I had accompanied my guardian
to the afternoon activity I noticed that when the story-telling session was
over, the shop owner would deliver to my grandfather a large white enamel cup,
chipped around the rim and handle, and filled with a milky brown liquid. Guiness and milk, a concoction fit for a prize
fighter and prescribed to provide my Gramps with the energy he needed to get him
through the night. Copyright: Cher Corbin 2014
MY SOUL CRIES was the first major anthology I have written, published and promoted. ( I did write one before called HINDSIGHT...but I am not very happy with that one..will revamp soon).
MY SOUL CRIES is a window into my life over a two year period and captures my emotions in no better form but poetry.
I was blessed to be offered my book launch at Days Book Store in Barbados and it was just before Christmas 2013. It was one of the most exciting times of my life as a writer. Some people may say, oh but you just self-publishing and all this is is literary masturbation. Well I beg to differ.
I write poetry because I can. I publish my poetry because I can. I write and publish my poetry because I have a voice that I want the world to hear it. When I am gone, my words will remain and I know there will be someone out there that has been touched positively, who I have helped to life their spirits and realize that they are not alone.
It is not only MY SOUL that CRIES, so do others and I wish them to know that their cries are being heard.
You are welcome to follow the link below to get a idea of the poetry in the work and it is available on Amazon or you can email me directly at email@example.com
A modern day love story that surely challenges the perception of adult
relationships – two people from completely different walks of life connect.
A single mother,
Rosalie was recently laid-off from her job and needed to find some source of
income. Her first love, writing, quickly became a focal point for her and on the
advice of her thirteen year old daughter she joined the Artista Network and
entered the Poets’ Rendezvous.
With much hesitation,
she posted a poem and waited. What she found in her inbox was totally
professor of Black American Literature had recently lost his only son in a
tragic biking accident. He buried himself in his work and his research for his
new book. He had been advised, by his students no less, to troll the social
media, especially Artista Network and get a feel for the many poetry groups and
their activities. He signed into the first poetry group he came upon – The
Poets’ Rendezvous, what he found there would prove to send him off kilter for
quite some time.
is a journey of two souls, a cry for solace and love; a conversation of the
heart which is freely expressed and interestingly painted with the poetic words
of two artists.
Why do I write poetry? This question has not only been asked of me, but I also asked it of myself.
Poetry for me is a vessel, a portal by which I can express my emotions, my deepest feelings; going to a place within my psyche that few have ever reached - poetry makes me vulnerable. There is a freedom and a release of burden when one is vulnerable.
I imagine it may be similar to free-falling, or maybe not but when I write there are no rules to be followed, I have no boundaries and my mind goes wherever it chooses.
I am selfish. I write for me. I am lucky that there is an audience that wishes to read what I have written, but I am proud to say that I am selfish and will continue to be.
When I write my poetry the only thing I wish for is for anyone who reads it to get a glimpse of who I am inside, not who society says I am supposed to be.
When I write my poetry there are two foundation elements that must remain consistent... these are TRUTH and BEAUTY.
I read recently that a poet should always ensure that his works are extending from a place of truth. Not necessarily evidence based truth....although this may seem contradictory here, but just listen....If you have a desire, a wish it may not have come to fruition as yet, it may not be tangible as yet, there is no physical evidence to it, but, it is based in your true belief, your true wishes, your heartfelt desires.
My work is very emotionally driven as T.S. Eliot said "What every poet starts from is his own emotions."
To some this precipitates a roller-coaster ride of sorts. I have been accused of being demanding, crazy, bi-polar (although I blame that on my fish swimming in opposite directions - Pisces) and an incurable romantic. Well to be honest, I take pride in all of those labels because they define my uniqueness and my personality.
As I have said on numerous occasions.......
Why do I write poetry? I write because I have a voice, I write because I wish to express the beauty that I see all around me and the joy I treasure in my connection to the Universe and the spiritual energy within me. I write because I can.
Those of you who are following my blog know full well that it can be a bit of a roller-coaster ride ,,emotionally that is...and I do have my insane moments...I am allowed at least 20 minutes every day.....But you also know that I live for love. So I have decided to share with you a collection of poetry that I wrote over a three month period (50 pieces I think) but I will do this with you over thirty days.
I realize not many people like to comment on the blogs, but I really really would love to hear from you as it relates to these words.
So today I received the call from our National Cultural Foundation that I had received two (2) BRONZE AWARDS for my poetry : Forever I Won't & Re-Evolution at our annual NIFCA competition in Literary Arts.
This win is bittersweet because for almost three years I have entered the Literary Arts in both Prose and Poetry. I have excelled in Prose with Silvers, Bronze and Incentive Award but never made the cut for my poetry.
I was told at one stage that my writing was a bit clinical and that maybe I was putting too much of my science into the language I was using. My rebut to that was that I write how I feel. I am not a trained writer or poet. My learning is from experience, exposure and association with my peers. My literary journey is not of the orthodox kind and I think this lends to my creativity.
Don't get me wrong, I will never ever belittle the value of the formal academic education and instruction for the written word but I do feel that there is still a little space for the unorthodox, the radical and the revolutionary (I was actually called that once, not sure if it was a compliment at the time..lol).
So, today I am feeling happy (even tho this headache is killing me) and I will use this elation to push me forward and to continue to do what I love.
I will post the two pieces for your enjoyment (hopefully).
Thank you Judges at NCF/NIFCA and thank you even more to my family who has always supported me, my writing buddies (Simon, Robert, Re-Shana), my friends - both near, not so near, and very far (143 Forever) and of course my readers and followers. You keep me going!!!!
(I will be having that glass of sweet red tomorrow ;) )