No one ever chooses to be a vagrant. A beggar, maybe. Now, that’s a career choice. But a vagrant? Hell, no. That is a result of the government closing down state-owned enterprises instead of restructuring, the banks stealing from your savings account under the guise of transactional fees and the creation of second-rate tertiary-education schools that hand out degrees to undeserving students who eventually take your job.
I knew all my “what ifs” would be shared by my husband, and I knew they were unhelpful. Why this place to have this family? Why this land? Should we have been more open? Was it fair to have had him at all? None of these can be answered. But I take a moment’s pleasure in imagining different timelines where he’s still here, still running around, still laughing his toothy laugh, eyes full of wonder.
In this article artist Annalee Davis draws a thread between the one-dimensional notion of tourism as the panacea for small island economies (with a particular focus on Barbados), and the potential role of contemporary visual art and artists in offering other lenses through which we can see ourselves and consider our contexts. COVID-19 will infect this text. How can it not?
LISE RAGBIR
Long before the turtles stopped burying their eggs in the sand of narrowing beaches, and fishermen stopped dragging nets into the sea, and tourists stopped taking selfies at plantation houses…
KRIS SINGH
An extended rumination on cows, the cow’s central place in Indian culture, Hindu culture, being an East Indian West Indian and other intersecting dilemmas.
ROLAND WATSON-GRANT
Well look, social media more vicious than crocodile. It will hunt you. Sooner or later, once social media gets a taste of your business, it will bite into your privacy and never let go. After that, side-chick come outta hospital and start throw all kinda shade on Instagram. Crocodile Tears by Roland Watson-Grant. In which humans and a wily old croc wrestle each other for control of a once iconic beach in Jamaica
MAZIKI THAME
A lyrical yet hard-hitting essay about erosions–of a beach central to the lives of many Jamaicans, of ways of life, of relationships.
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NAHIR I. OTAÑO GRACIA
I was watching Spike Lee’s documentary When the Levees Broke. The most powerful scene for me was when Lee shows footage after footage of news anchors calling the people of New Orleans “refugees.”
You couldn’t light-proof a house no matter what you did. You couldn’t light-proof a world.
Part of PREE’s proposal to the Prince Claus Fund was that we would use their Next...
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Aliyah Khan My navel string bury in Guyana. Fuh true, my mother keep it and I see it, a dry-up...
