“too far away for words. some/ broken dreams…” Weekend poem, by Kamau Brathwaite.Read More
“…all the boys gathered in a room,/ unsettlingly quiet, half-asleep, making jets with homework-/ paper…”
By Vladimir Lucien.
“She sits in an old people’s home/ thinking of feathers: how one/ should hold them lightly; how they fly…”
By Esther Phillips.
“Evenings, on the way from primary school,/ I saw her, dressed in cowgirl boots and cutoffs,/ blouse opened on a barstool outside The Cool Spot…” By Ishion Hutchinson.Read More
“I learned I would die/ someday, and the fast car will get you there/ long before death…”
By Kwame Dawes.
“a prayer for the cedar balls/ that break when you touch them and stain/ your fingers yellow, that release from their tiny bellies/ the smell of old churches…” By Kei Miller.Read More
“A gleaming wanting to withhold itself and almost doing that, almost/ slipping back into the green, unnoticed but for the shift of light…”
By Kendel Hippolyte.
“I wore charred wings in my hair/ for weeks after she left,/ I prayed to her in tongues/ of wild grasses and deep water.” By Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné.Read More
What’s inside the fantasy and escape issue of the magazine…Read More
An introduction to the Caribbean writers’ feature By John Robert Lee “I accept this archipelago of the Americas.” ~ Derek Walcott (‘The Muse of History’)…Read More