
Sunday
“There’ve always been Sunday mornings like this,/ when God became young again/ and looking back you see/ that childhood was a Sunday morning.” By Kendel Hippolyte, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“There’ve always been Sunday mornings like this,/ when God became young again/ and looking back you see/ that childhood was a Sunday morning.” By Kendel Hippolyte, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“From islands’ scorned syllables/ your horn lifted nations’ new tongues/ Castries to Kingston…”By John Robert Lee, celebrating Kamau Brathwaite’s 85th birthday.
Read More“while your arms fill with arms / that are not yours, are covered // with shallow river water / flowing past you as moonlight…” Weekend poem, by Simon Perchik.
Read More“I’m here and no-one is going to move me. I’m here and the wind is here.” Story of the Week (May 8), by Iain Robinson.
Read More“…currents of meditated cruelty / pull them namelessly
into a tally/ across the only real frontier…” Poem of the Week (May 5), by Daniel Voskoboynik.
Original Spanish text of Medardo Fraile’s ‘Time’, our Story of the Week for the week ending May 1.
Read More“Tomorrow was today and yesterday…” Story of the Week (May 1), by Medardo Fraile. Translated from Spanish by Margaret Jull Costa.
Read More“…a yurt would make a lighter home,/ the only real friends are in the wilderness,/ every house a prison…” Poem of the Week (April 28), by Jarkko Tontti. Translated from Finnish by Lola Rogers.
Read More“I am neither ship nor ocean/ I am the thing the ocean wrecks the ship into.” Weekend poem, by Ephraim Scott Sommers.
Read More” ‘Don’t open it.’ That’s what she gone and told me…” Story of the Week (April 24) by Megan Kenley.
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