you came to me

in spirit

and i have often

seen you thus;

someone that i desired

and never

stopped loving…

for Love is an ocean,

it has no faucet–

no off/on 

regulating mechanism.

i gave you a gift

and was wondering why…

but you

gave me

a gift

that was more…

it is good to know

that we can meet

as lovers

in realms

other than this one

and acknowledge 

our gifts

to one another



in our different ways

Linda Tauhid


Dr. John

when a saint leaves the earth

there is a vacuum,

an irreplaceable hole

that cannot be filled.

sound the trumpets, the drums,

the trombones!

play the cymbals,

twirl colorful umbrellas

and sing…

build a second-line to infinity

to send him home…
Linda Tauhid

*for musical and cultural artist  Mac Rebennack Jr. AKA Dr. John

Black vets of D-Day ignored and forgotten…

I have been watching a good deal of coverage on D-Day veterans who are being honored for their service. I have yet to see even a picture of a Black vet, never mind a living Black vet returning to Normandy for the commemoration.

This is highly disturbing to me because my uncle Herbert David Lindsay was one such veteran. My Uncle Herbie died at the age of 89 on September 3, 2013 in Boston, Massachusetts.  I remember him as a handsome and friendly man who never actually spoke of his military service. It was My father H. David Lindsay who told me about uncle Herbie’s service. Uncle Herbie has two living sons, Herbie Jr. And Jimmy. I am not directly in touch with them, but they deserve honorable mention of their father.

This ignoring/forgetting Black veterans is not uncommon. I am attaching an article that addresses the issue and I am hoping my readers may pardon my departure from my usual poetic musings to honor these forgotten and ignored veterans as we honor all of the known/acknowledged veterans during the D-Day commemorations. Thank-you.

Please also take the time to read the attached article:
Linda Tauhid