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Outbreaks and Epidemics

Ganthier

I thought, he said of the wife
who lasted six months, before
the news of this treachery of the
blood, before he lay on his back
 

Job

This is a home,
this is a shelter,
these walls, shaken,
the lines of jagged
cracks, the split
at the ceiling
that lets in light
and rain

Boy in Blue

The words cluster behind your teeth;
close in, the smooth patina, deep brown,
of your face is alight with the effort:
you, boy, carrying the weight
of an old man

Storm

From here the mountains around
Port-au-Prince are green; too
far to see the denuded hillside,
too far to see the brown wounds

Bebe's Wish

When you leave from here, head down
Canape Vert to your cooling hotel room,
to the breadfruit casserole and barbecue
chicken, to the closed in peace of your
life

Mother of Mothers

The faces of mothers of mothers,
their cheekbones gleaming against
taut skins; their eyes glazed
with the scarring of so much loss.

Tombs

Every crumbled building is a tomb.
We step over grey crushed bricks
and the entanglement of steel.

Earning the Trust of Haitians with HIV

Photographing and telling the stories of HIV positive Haitians after the earthquake requires sensitivity, earning the trust of the subject and allowing their common humanity to show through.