This wasn’t hero work he was doing. Peter was well aware of that. It was his duty. To reshape destiny by taking a bold step to shift the course of history. While the general public scratched its head, longed out its bottom lip, and prayed that the reckless ride government had placed the country on would miraculously end, Peter had been roped into a grand scheme…
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No one ever chooses to be a vagrant. A beggar, maybe. Now, that’s a career choice. But a vagrant? Hell, no. That is a result of the government closing down state-owned enterprises instead of restructuring, the banks stealing from your savings account under the guise of transactional fees and the creation of second-rate tertiary-education schools that hand out degrees to undeserving students who eventually take your job.
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I knew all my “what ifs” would be shared by my husband, and I knew they were unhelpful. Why this place to have this family? Why this land? Should we have been more open? Was it fair to have had him at all? None of these can be answered. But I take a moment’s pleasure in imagining different timelines where he’s still here, still running around, still laughing his toothy laugh, eyes full of wonder.
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PREE 10 was delayed beyond our expectations but we’re happy to announce that it will start...
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A personal reflection in which literary scholar Kavita Ashana Singh responds to the National Gallery of Jamaica’s 2022 Kingston Biennial and its theme, Pressure, which piques her curiousity and interest.
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The Satanic Verses represented a paradigm shift on several levels across the Islamisphere, not least among converts in the West. For one thing, the original text was written in English, which saved many of us the time-consuming argument that something must have been lost in translation.
Read MoreNEALA LUNA The imam caught all manner of jinn, trapped them in glass jars; buried them in the dark two feet deep beneath silk cotton trees. His great-grandson once caught a purple jellyfish, entombed tentacles and all in a cocoa...
Read MoreIt’s true,
Sometimes meaning moves through a sound
like current, like darting silver
TEJAN GREEN WASZAK The pond, a church The bay, a church Carrying the sentimental And peace, like a river. Spirit leaves body briefly to wade, Coconut wata wash off yuh heart. Sometimes I think of not being able to go home When...
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