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The Generator or Unlikely Beneficiaries of the Treaty of Breda

by ap | Sep 26, 2023 | Fiction, MONTAGUE KOBBÉ, PREE 11 | 0 |

But the wind always blows from the east in Anguilla, and sometimes we have had to go for weeks on end without the privilege of information, without the relative freedom awarded to us by a change in the course of the sound waves. During these grim weeks of silence we have continued our petty lives outside the boundaries of time – an insignificant group of refugees struggling to stay together beyond the scope of the victorious.

Laurel’s Secret

by ap | Sep 5, 2023 | Fiction, MIKAYLA VIEIRA RIBEIRO, PREE 11 | 1 |

Every morning and every evening Avó came out of her kitchen, synchronizing her daily rhythm to attend to the needs of the garden. She greeted each plant one by one because who else did she have to talk with these days? The scantily dressed telenovela stars on TV hardly minded what suggestion she had to offer. The radio jockeys powered on with too much reggaeton regardless of her protests.

The Old Guards are Camping Outside

by ap | Aug 30, 2023 | ALICIA VALASSE-POLIUS, Fiction, PREE 11 | 0 |

I pack de tools under de house before walking to de door. Is like my head carrying my legs. I cyaan believe how I tired so. Not even on de days when I use to work on de farm I tired so. Nothing in de cooler and I forget to take ice from de farm. Ice or no ice is juice tonight with dry bread. Breadfruit taking too much time to cook. Ain’t nothing like brown dried bread with lime juice in de night when you hungry.

Dark Exposure: Roberta Stoddart’s The Bertha Room

by ap | Aug 20, 2023 | Art-icles, Isis Semaj-Hall, PREE 11 | 0 |

Roberta Stoddart’s richly complex oil paintings showcased in The Bertha Room, prove that it is dark under the metaphoric flotsam of Wide Sargasso Sea, darker still under the shade of the palm tree’s symbolism, and perhaps darkest of all where racial, familial, patriarchal, and post-colonial trauma festers muted and unseen.

Surviving the Dream

by ap | Aug 20, 2023 | Art-icles, PREE 11, ROBERTA STODDART | 0 |

Throughout my childhood and adolescence, it was clear that reality was the cornerstone to be avoided at all costs. Investigating nothing, ashamed of everything, we were never to remember.

Pork

by ap | Aug 20, 2023 | Fiction, PREE 11, RYAN CECIL JOBSON | 0 |

Black Power reigned on the cricket pitch. The boys’ history teacher, a graduate of Howard University, regaled them with lessons on Paul Bogle and the Morant Bay Rebellion. Soon, a custom of celebrating wickets with cries of “Bogle!” took hold.

The Vengeance of Moko

by ap | Aug 19, 2023 | Fiction, GILBERTE FARAH, PREE 11 | 0 |

Feria was glad to be home again. He thought back to the days after he left Miami, the placid silence at his New Moorings villa. Not a phone call, not a question from the rental car company about the body-shaped fender dent. Maybe another driver took the blame. Instead, a front-page news headline absorbed all the talk. Local drug dealer receives ‘hit’ in Miami.

Holy Blues and other poems

by ap | Aug 19, 2023 | JOHN ROBERT LEE, Poetry, PREE 11 | 0 |

JOHN ROBERT LEE Holy Blues Alvin Ailey’s Revelations intense extensions along sheltering arms bent spines, turned knees, high palms impossible translations of journeys by pilgrims of sorrow and their burden of strange fruit...

The Cay

by ap | Aug 19, 2023 | Ethan Knowles, Fiction, PREE 11 | 0 |

Miss Rolle was running naked across a sandbank that connected two desolate cays. It was low tide, and the sea seemed to have retreated for good. The sand was bone white and impossibly fine, and the sparse foliage that sprung up from the limestone rock curled in patches like coarse hair.

Rewilding

by ap | Aug 16, 2023 | LUKE ELLIOTT, Poetry, PREE 11 | 0 |

LUKE ELLIOTT Take King’s House for example Such a bastion of form, of structure, of obeisance With its tight clipped lawns and imposing white front Smell the sweat of the black labourers confused with roses and duranta Set back...

Mooring

by ap | Aug 16, 2023 | Poetry, PREE 11, SHAUNA M. MORGAN | 0 |

SHAUNA M. MORGAN I reach for you, curled image, latched in the gulf of my belly, I pray that my body keeps you corded to me in blood. You are mine. I feel you in the ache of my breasts, imagine you resting there, little hands...

Streetsweeper

by ap | Aug 15, 2023 | JENELLE SAMUELS, Poetry, PREE 11 | 1 |

JENELLE SAMUELS I sweep in the dark of the morning, under streetlights, when Kingston is quiet, where the only thing on the road is a mongrel dog that keeps me company if I feed him. He will tell me through a rise in his...

The Generator or Unlikely Beneficiaries of the Treaty of Breda

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