Category: Fiction 9

The Sacrifice

“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.”

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The Light of the World

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 And though the cane-fields had been replaced by housing settlements, coffee shops, gourmet stores and delicatessens that sold imported cheeses, the name Bush Convent had never left, as if the miasma of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.

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Reborn

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.

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TONGUES

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.

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The Exorcism 

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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FICTION

Passover
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

NON-FICTION

Rhythmless & Sweaty in Kingston  
DANA FLETCHER

POETRY

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

PREE SHORTIES

Urban Portal: From dem time to NOW
GICELLE MAGLOIRE

Muffler burn
KAY-ANN HENRY

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