Tea Time
TRACI-ANN WINT I wanted to talk to you about the evolution of mankind, but you, you have...
Read Moreby ap | Aug 17, 2022 | Fiction 9, Highlights 9, KIRK V. BHAJAN, PREE 9 | 0 |
“Animal sacrifice is for protection. Or like in your case to ketch somebody heart. And when you do it, you does do it once and done. Human sacrifice is when you want money and power. That does summon thing you eh want in your life. But you does have to pay a price. If you do it once, every year you does have to make another sacrifice to please the spirit. It doh ever stop. Not until you dead.”
Read Moreby ap | Aug 11, 2022 | Fiction 9, PORTIA SUBRAN, PREE 9 | 0 |
Boundaries were blurred so that Christmas was no longer the only festivity — now prasad was parceled out for Divali and ladles of sawine for Eid-ul-Fitr. All Trinidadian cultures were now represented. And though the cane-fields had been replaced by housing settlements, coffee shops, gourmet stores and delicatessens that sold imported cheeses, the name Bush Convent had never left, as if the miasma of rotting bagasse had settled permanently within its walls.
Read Moreby ap | Aug 10, 2022 | Fiction 9, Highlights 9, PREE 9, Sara Bastian | 0 |
After breakfast, we gather in the same circle. Father Longley asks us to open our hearts to God. I close my eyes and imagine his God coming down from a cloudless sky with a scalpel and a dummy swiped from hell for demonstration purposes. Longley’s God would slam the demon onto the floor and our bodies would follow in sync, making the room vibrate.
Read Moreby ap | Aug 9, 2022 | Fiction 9, PREE 9, SAMARA BABOOLAL | 1 |
Mamie does practice she tongues until the night does come, and Daddy does walk in speaking his own tongues too. I does hear them converge, like the way the riptides at Mayaro does hook onto yuh foot and tug you beneath the sand, and suddenly you are locked somewhere in between sky and ocean and blackness and the silky floor of the sea.
Read Moreby ap | Aug 7, 2022 | Dwight Thompson, Fiction 9, PREE 9 | 0 |
Then we became fulla the spirit. Something awoke inside us. I never see a girl with such fire like Dreenie! We became temples rocking with Kodesh fire. Singing, clapping, dipping the hems of our abayas in blood. It felt like Yom Teruah, it felt like a day of shouting and blowing! She kept coming at me, doing a wild dance, and I doing me own outta control dancing, the two of us giddy, and we realized instinctively that we just set ourselves free and nobody could take it away from us.
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DWIGHT THOMPSON
Looking for Lagahoos
LYNDON NICHOLAS
The Vagrant, the Ring and the Pothound
KIRK BUDHOORAM
Don’t Go Under the Coconut Tree
LUKE ELLIOTT
Back Bush
KAMSI ARCHIPLEY
Peter 3:15
RACHELLE J. GRAY
Preludes
ANDRE BAGOO
Rhythmless & Sweaty in Kingston
DANA FLETCHER
Basin Tanka, From Memory
AMARA AMARYAH
Two Poems
ANIKA CHRISTOPHER
Rest in Power
GEOFFREY PHILP
Three poems
JUSTIN HAYNES
Two Poems
KEVIN REIGH
No Gods
NIGEL ASSAM
Ablution
KAY-ANN HENRY
Urban Portal: From dem time to NOW
GICELLE MAGLOIRE
Muffler burn
KAY-ANN HENRY