Category: PREE 10

Dharammati Tara Sharma

Miss Tara breathe life into the ancient texts of Hinduism. She was a walking Ramayana. A steadfast follower of Shri Raam. Her childhood is filled with instances of recalcitrance, rebellion. On Sunday, when I last visited her, she told me of how frankly she answered her commanding father, ‘You didn’t make me.’ She was telling her puzzled, reverent father, that she was not of his making alone, but of Shri Raam Bhagwan.

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The School Takeover

Ms. Charlmagne sucked her teeth loud drawing the attention of the other teachers. She didn’t care. They’d been eyeballing her the moment she started teaching at Priscilla Prescod Memorial School with her tight-up skirts and long weaves that she let fall down her back like a white woman or one of dem chabine girls. But she was good at math. That’s why they hired her.

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Rhythmless & Sweaty in Kingston

I think about my upbringing and how I was not raised in the part of Kingston where the legendary aspects of Jamaican culture were born and built. If we are being geographically specific, I am really not from Kingston at all. I can trace my upbringing to the 5-kilometre bubble in St. Andrew where language is policed, appearances are judged…

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Looking for Lagahoos

Jane Jr. thinks she has escaped but she hasn’t. She joins a colony of people like us, plastic people who inject smiles into their mouths and their cheeks. She takes pictures in flitting white linens and wide-brimmed hats and posts them to social media. Her partner does not hit her with his fist, or hit her at all, she says on the phone to Jane, while she applies the powder extra-thick below her eye.

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Rest in Power

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...

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Basin Tanka, From Memory

AMARA 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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Preludes

Did you know Raymond Chandler lived here in Forest Hill? he asked. I grinned because he remembered Chandler was one of my favourite writers. Suddenly it felt good to be in a car driving along unfamiliar roads with a friend. It was early evening, chilly but not too much, and we saw trees that had turned red, orange and gold. We saw blackbirds on fences, and pigeons on old buildings. There were houses and gardens and libraries and museums.

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November 3, 2023
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PREE 11

FICTION

 THE CAY
 Ethan Knowles

THE VENGEANCE OF MOKO
Gilberte Farah

PORK
Ryan Cecil Jobson

THE OLD GUARDS ARE CAMPING OUTSIDE
Alicia Valasse-Polius

LAUREL’S SECRET
Mikayla Vieira Ribeiro

THE GENERATOR OR UNLIKELY BENEFICIARIES OF THE TREATY OF BREDA
Montague Kobbé

POETRY

FROM SPAIN TOWN TO OUTER SPACE AND OTHER POEMS
Mbala Mgabo

MOORING
Shauna M. Morgan

STREETSWEEPER
Jenelle Samuels

REWILDING
Luke Elliott

HOLY BLUES AND OTHER POEMS
John Robert Lee

ART-ICLES

DARK EXPOSURE: ROBERTA STODDART’S THE BERTHA ROOM
Isis Semaj-Hall 

SURVIVING THE DREAM
Roberta Stoddart

BRAWTA

POETRY

THE MOUNTAIN THAT COULD BE EATEN; DAO CHANG
Loretta Collins-Klobah

MAD HATTERS; LEAKY; BERMUDA GOMBEY COSTUME
Nancy Anne Miller

FICTION

JANOAH AND DE SOULBOAT
Dwight Thompson

CHARLEMAGNE FONTAINE DONKEY FOOT
Carol B. Duncan

LA UBER LLORONA
Yzahira R. Valle García

EL CUCO
Eugene Speakes

ESSAY

THE ART OF BELONGING
Diana Thorburn

BRIEF AND CANDID NOTES ON ARTIFICIAL ARCHIVE
Rodell Warner

WHITE HOUSES: WORDS AFTER READING SAFIYA SINCLAIR’S
HOW TO SAY BABYLON

Diana McCaulay

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