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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!

…oh, and a woman long past menopause

Aug 23, 2026 | Celia A. Sorhaindo, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

can you imagine what longlong silence-in can do?
fury&grief locked in embrace cycloning constricted
space? i feel i know why she — he — us — thepoets,
stillstaysosilent.

Please Teacher; Third World Poem; A Gaze at Gaza

Aug 23, 2026 | Poetry, PREE 15, WINSTON FARRELL | 0 |

Looking again citizens see, saw the cruise ships’ sail
Where north never meets south like east meets west
On second glance down south
We sacrifice our homes for the tourists
Nesting on their dollars like sea turtles
On the edge of high tide

Antoinette; If she jumped

Aug 23, 2026 | Ada M. Patterson, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

brokenness is what we do
because piece is all you want
never all
never whole just hole to
throw your waist into like every
other next garbage man

Reader-Woman

Aug 22, 2026 | JENELLE SAMUELS, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

Black mint oil,
stout,
brown-skinned woman,
spilling into the space,
grey hair wrapped
in black
herbs sticking out

The Haunted Sea; Dangerous Disturbances

Aug 20, 2026 | NADINE TOMLINSON, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

Just yesterday, Matilda and me was in de backyard,
she, pouring slurries of syrup, white sugar, and water
into small plastic bowls, long twigs in dem like ladder,
fi help bring back hungry bees dat survive de hurricane last year

Primordial Soup

Aug 19, 2026 | Fiction, PREE 15, RACHEL CHIN, SHORTLISTED | 0 |

Amid the great inconvenience of it all, it was impossible to tell if this event was supposed to be a curse or tragedy or what. There was nothing to make head or tail of. All that remained was a shimmering expanse of organic compounds, the looming dread of Kingston city morning traffic and the fact that they were now running behind if they wanted to beat the long line to get inside.

Anansi Bruk it Up: An Epic

Aug 19, 2026 | EMILY ZOBEL MARSHALL, Poetry, PREE 15, SHORTLISTED | 0 |

His belly full of cosmos, fat balls hanging thick, vibrating with the big clit energy lodged in the base of his hairy spider dick. Griped with the need to part the thighs of others, the will to power…

Touching Ground

Aug 19, 2026 | Fiction, JESSIE MAYERS, PREE 15 | 0 |

Joseline was standing before the sink, peeling green figs. No one could kalé fig like Joseline. She held the fig and sliced its green jacket, wedging her thumb into the slit and sliding it around until the skin detached from the starchy white crescent. Clean and flayed, she plopped it into a pan of water.

The Arrival and other Poems

Aug 19, 2026 | JAMIR NAZIR, Poetry, PREE 15 | 0 |

The salt took what it needed.
She gave the rest —
the cracked bone, the silent name, the dust of Bihar —
entirely to the soil.
That’s all.
That’s everything.

EYE

Aug 19, 2026 | Fiction, GRACIE MAE BRADLEY, PREE 15 | 0 |

Since their days in Paris, Jack and Lola had settled for corporate roles that afforded them all the hallmarks of millennial success. The freehold in Zone Two that they’d upgrade when her inheritance came in; the luxury of planning for children without worrying about the cost of a nanny.

Continuity

Aug 17, 2026 | Fiction, KEVIN JARED HOSEIN, PREE 15, SHORTLISTED | 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.