Of Rivers and Oceans

My book baby #2 is out!

Of Rivers and Oceans is truly a labour of love.

I spent the last two years working tirelessly on this body of work. It was indeed a tumultuous two years. Between the pandemic, family issues, heart breaks, a toxic work environment, love, joy, therapy, and breakthroughs, it was imperative that I found time to write and compile this beauty. In the end, I must say I am pleased with this collection.

My editor, Steinberg Henry, and I went back and forth with the collection for about six months selecting the pieces and arranging them. Mr. Henry is an esteemed Dominican writer. He is the author of several books, including Calypso Drift and Calypso Drift On Water.

A lot of work and thought went into each poem. That was the vision I had for ORAO. I wanted it to be intentional from cover to cover.

Of Rivers and Oceans can be described as a celebration of heritage, history, healing, and home. Every poem in the collection tells a story of its own yet they all work together in harmony to tell one story. Though the poems can be seen as personal, they also have universal applications and most, if not everyone, will find them relatable. You will find yourselves tossed between the waves and crescendos of each theme and motif.

I chose to write on a plethora of themes in this volume such as nature, loss, love, family, systematic oppression, women’s rights, mental health issues, healing and home. The collection comprises of 297 poems.

I wrote Of Rivers and Oceans for me but also, for every Caribbean woman, Black girl, and woman out there who needs to be heard.

I am truly grateful for everyone who helped this become a dream come true. It is one thing to have a vision but to see it to fruition can leave you speechless.

I am grateful to my family, friends and fellow writers who support the dream, my editor, Steinberg Henry and graphic designer, Sarama Rolle, and to you my readers, for always supporting. Thank you. Merci. Gracias.

Copies can be purchased at https://www.blurb.com/b/11229703-of-rivers-and-oceans

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