The New Commandments

TANYA SHIRLEY

There are lanes weaving through Kingston where women
spilling from zinc shacks wear bras and batty riding shorts
to corner shops. Breasts like sling-shots ready to spray
bullets. Big bellies saying they’ve fulfilled the prophecy
of multiplying even in the shadows of poverty. Angels of
God who turn small money into school fees and clean shoes. Continue reading “The New Commandments”

Hood Top

TANYA SHIRLEY

Some big fat gyal cyaan handle buddy
yet still waan ride pon Kabasaki, mawga slim
gyal cyaan tek winery . . . hood top, hood top
if you love bike back, hood top.
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