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PREE 15 is here!

Aug 10, 2026 | PREE News | 0 |

PREE 15 is a bumper issue with twice, if not thrice, as many submissions as we usually recieve. This is probably due to the offer of monetary prizes for the three most outstanding entries. This issue was also open to writers from the global South and several authors from other countries submitted work. We will note those shortlisted as we upload their work and announce the winners on August 31st! Enjoy PREE 15 themed Precarity, Fragility, Vulnerability. We are excited by the quality of the submissions we received. As usual we will be adding to the issue each week until the full issue is up. Enjoy and let us have your feedback!

Continuity

Aug 17, 2026 | Fiction, KEVIN JARED HOSEIN, PREE 15 | 0 |

A kind of arrogance to think you should be remembered in the first place. Most people who ever been on this planet lived and was folded back into the ground, and the world move right on without needing a name. You cant expect eternity. The future never owe us nothin.

Carrying a Mother Load

Aug 17, 2026 | CORINNE BINNINGS, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

now that I am her mother I struggle to carry
my world and my mother together
like she carried me
afraid and alone

Syncretism

Aug 16, 2026 | Poetry, PREE 15, YVONNE WEEKES | 0 |

For good measure, she saw an obeah man,
exposing her long untouched breasts,
she stood trembling on the bathroom floor,
stepped into some muddy waters
of the bathtub, strapped a thin slice of pork
to her vagina.

The Squirrel that go so

Aug 15, 2026 | DONAUTA WATSON, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

Look oh the squirrel just fall out a the tree and just lick the asphalt suh, twwaukk, like one big tree branch.
Weh yuh a go do? Carry the squirrel guh the vet, me nuh know, cause when yuh fall from way on top a one tree and yuh go so twwaukk.

Bodysurfing

Aug 14, 2026 | DOMINIQUE LYEW, Fiction, PREE 15 | 2 |

Joey popping up in Portland was kinda crazy. It was about three years ago that she met him at Trinidad carnival, her in her elaborate wings and he in his shirt from his friend’s brand. He was a fisherman by trade, and the dexterity of his fingers translated beyond tying line, she remembered that much.

On Becoming a Storm: Three Poems After Melissa

Aug 14, 2026 | Poetry, PREE 15, ROLANDO ALBERTS, SHORTLISTED | 0 |

Something else inside her
Spins in the other direction
She tears open the pulpit and
Places her hands against both columns
Rocks the sanctuary to each side
Pulls the roof down and covers
Serpents, sinners and saints alike
Before moving to another place
Where perhaps she will be forgiven
Where perhaps she will find a home

Festival of Lights

Aug 14, 2026 | Fiction, JUDY RAYMOND, PREE 15 | 0 |

She imagined the countless deyas conjuring others into life around the planet as it spun into darkness, wrapped in coils of these little beads of light. She thought of the first Indians brought here almost two hundred years ago, lighting their deyas — in those days not so different from the lamps their colonial masters used — under strange skies.

Ti Kais (Chattel House)

Aug 14, 2026 | YAKIMA CUFFY-BAZIL, Fiction, PREE 15 | 0 |

Celeste’s mother had been deployed to Iraq. It was her first tour outside of the US, so Celeste was sent to stay with her Aunt until…
The girl was used to moving around as a child. Since she was three, she had rarely lived in one place for over a year. And until today, she had never known that it was an option to carry one’s house along when one moved.

Ode to the John Crow; Directions to Maroon Cemetery

Aug 13, 2026 | Poetry, PREE 15, Topher Allen | 0 |

And when the only thing being raised from the dead is a stench,
we desire your help; we have opened a carrion-café,
offering you a buffet of our unburied. You who glide high and look low,
you who are not Gods but angels of the fetid flesh.

NOTHING MOVES IN STRAIGHT LINES

Aug 13, 2026 | CHIDERA UDOCHUKWU-NDUKA, Non Fiction, PREE 15, SHORTLISTED | 0 |

This is an essay about spirals and the shape migration takes when you look at it honestly. It is about how Haitian Spiralism taught me to read my own Nigerian displacement and about how you can study a philosophy that emerged from a context completely different from yours and still find yourself reflected in its waters, still hear your own heartbeat in its drums.

Brackish

Aug 12, 2026 | CHRISTIAN EMECHETA, Fiction, PREE 15, SHORTLISTED | 0 |

I would have loved other names, but my parents chose to name me Kael; Kael Prospere in full. I am writing this from a shipping container in Rotterdam, six thousand miles from the place I was born. The container has been converted into housing. They call it “transitional accommodation.”