JOHN ROBERT LEE Holy Blues Alvin Ailey’s Revelations intense extensions along sheltering arms bent spines, turned knees, high palms impossible translations of journeys by pilgrims of sorrow and their burden of strange fruit...
Read MoreJENELLE SAMUELS I sweep in the dark of the morning, under streetlights, when Kingston is quiet, where the only thing on the road is a mongrel dog that keeps me company if I feed him. He will tell me through a rise in his...
Read MoreMBALA MGABO from Spain Town to outer space clad in khaki and hush puppy shoes young boy with old man walk I hunt the Thursday-new comics from the magazine rack in Victory drugstore on Cumberland Avenue to that dark shop on...
Read MoreBehold Couva’s Sam Manning,
audio farmer and Caribbean spy,
splicing honey into singers’ mouths
throughout the Americas.
GEOFFREY PHILP For Scratch Filing past to offer respect to the remains of the giant who slept in a casket so small you would have thought it was built for a child still dressed in his red schoolboy cap and rings that bedazzled...
Read MoreAMARA AMARYAH 1 you are medicine. you tell me, my head weighed down water dripping slick paths down my neck. i inhale, squint eyes, resemble someone 2 with dainty palms you weave strands back to their wildness detangling, i...
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