And just like that the twenty-first century has turned twenty-two. Its 21st year had been ruinous...Read More
Category: PREE 8
Going to the temple is a waste of my time because Mother told me about the true goddess, Kali. Kali is a warrior and must wear a fearsome disguise. She is wild, beautiful and courageous. She will protect her daughters. I feel her fierce love.
The first time was after a day at the beach. She should have walked away right then. Now she can’t. It was a nice day, too. Walking down to the beach she and he were talking when some boys, beach bums, started heckling her.
In a dream, I’d solved the mystery. It wasn’t foul play. It was fair play—a game of hide and seek. In a dream, a woman could choose to conceal herself from her friends and family and the world, of her own accord.
Lilian not sure if she in purgatory or paradise. Every night, since the start ah the pandemic, a duppy breaking in she house and doing things to she body she never experience in she seventy years pan god earth.
DEMOY LINDO For me the bell tolls at 6 in the evening mother should collect me from class that ended at 5 for others in that extra hour my English teacher taught me more than I could speak I learned that being below sixteenNo...Read More
UBALDIMIR GUERRA “Yes, ih gawn, gawn foreva in a promis land” Mr. Wilfred Peters The voice of the king of boom and chime, Mista Peetaz, booms from the parched throats of hisKriol ancestor geniuses, who sangjourney songs of...Read More
Sonia Williams 1. We came together you and I, came together we were taken by force together one by one by one by one we were chained, neck to neck in a line, we walkedwe walkedwe walkedon each other’s footprintswe walkedwe...Read More
CORINNE BINNINGS The Ananda Alert system for reporting missing children was launched on May 19, 2009, in honour of Ananda Dean, an 11-year-old student of the Swallowfield All-Age School, who went missing on September 17, 2008. I...Read More
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