This land is dead.

(Experiences from my last visit to the Island of St. Lucia).

© Mombin Friut: Photograph by: Andres Hernandez S.

I can smell the fortitude of the river- the melding of the nutrients: the soil and the water — a catalyst that cuts through the mind — the cutlass blade glancing across the granite stone.

I can smell the dampness in the soil — It nourishes my soul. I can taste the sickly sweetness of the perfume of the mombin fruit. Alas, these are memories…