you were born in a hurricane
amber williams-king
My heart clenches like a fist everytime I think about what air we will breathe; how much fresh water may cost; how the heat will wrap around us like a weighted blanket, so heavy we may hardly move.
Category: Highlights 7
Drop
FELENE CAYETANO
At the last minute, she had gone on the annual pilgrimage with a busload of community elders to pray to the Black Christ. Maybe it was the combined scent of Bengay and Vicks VapoRub on that journey that compelled her to return with something her late grandmother would approve of.
They Cannot Have our Ancestors’ Bones; Or Their Memories
M. NourbeSe Philip
Sometime in 2020, WUP sold the rights to Benway Series as they are entitled to do by contract. The rights were sold for $150. Neither WUP, nor Benway Series, nor Renata Morresi contacted me about this. I understand that it is common practice to contact living authors when doing translations of their work.
The Wailers
Akhim Alexis
Everybody knows that when you go to a funeral you don’t wear all black, you must slip in some colour for the Lord to see you in mourning. If everybody wear black then he might look down and decide is just a swarm of black garden ants moving from one place to the other looking for their hole in the ground.
Daughter 4
Patrice Grell Yursik
Her father was Frederick Bailey, the legendary steelpan arranger known throughout the archipelago as a genius and a scoundrel with women in every port and a child anywhere there was an annual Caribbean festival. Her mother was Leslie-Ann, the voluptuous dark-skinned gyal from the gingerbread house on the corner who joined the damn steelband just to be in his orbit.
On returns and reset: Roland Watson-Grant
ANNIE PAUL
In this video interview I talk to Roland about the long pause after his second novel, Skid (2014) and the curveballs or googlies life has thrown at him these last few years
Daffodils for E.R. Worrell (aka Mister Double-Yuh aka Wow)
LINDA M. DEANE
You signed up to the Black Star Line as a young man. Sent in your subscriptions. Garvey was a hero, you said, though misunderstood.
A Love that Hesitates, A Love that Swims Too Far Out
ADA M. PATTERSON
I need questions that cut. Questions toothed in coral that cut islands in half. That cut us into memory. How much must you be cut out of this place before it begins to miss you?
Boundaries
ETHAN KNOWLES
The Museum, it became clear after some time, was more than a museum to her. It was a willing vessel— a sort of body she deployed. On the few occasions I stepped inside the Museum, it was impossible to tell where she began, and where it ended.
The Promise of Foreign
DIANAH SMITH
“Faith is a funny thing,” say Pastor Ulysses, straightening his purple robe and dabbing his head with a white kerchief.
The Wound In The River
TOPHER ALLEN
The southern tip of the island curves like the hook of a walking stick. Our little district is nestled on the inside bend, not far from where the river mixes into the sea. From my backdoor, I can throw a stone and kill a fish.
waves up to 2 metres in open waters and less than 1 metre in sheltered areas
ELISHA EFUA BARTELS
She was born the carnival Tuesday David Rudder win everything — February 11th 1986 — exactly thirty years after Fred himself. Rudder take home Young King, Calypso Monarch and Road March, and Ash Wednesday, Fred (and ma, of course) bring home Zoraya.
