Afrogotten
“too far away for words. some/ broken dreams…” Weekend poem, by Kamau Brathwaite.
Read More“too far away for words. some/ broken dreams…” Weekend poem, by Kamau Brathwaite.
Read More“…all the boys gathered in a room,/ unsettlingly quiet, half-asleep, making jets with homework-/ paper…”
By Vladimir Lucien.
“She sits in an old people’s home/ thinking of feathers: how one/ should hold them lightly; how they fly…”
By Esther Phillips.
“Evenings, on the way from primary school,/ I saw her, dressed in cowgirl boots and cutoffs,/ blouse opened on a barstool outside The Cool Spot…” By Ishion Hutchinson.
Read More“I learned I would die/ someday, and the fast car will get you there/ long before death…”
By Kwame Dawes.
“a prayer for the cedar balls/ that break when you touch them and stain/ your fingers yellow, that release from their tiny bellies/ the smell of old churches…” By Kei Miller.
Read More“A gleaming wanting to withhold itself and almost doing that, almost/ slipping back into the green, unnoticed but for the shift of light…”
By Kendel Hippolyte.
“I wore charred wings in my hair/ for weeks after she left,/ I prayed to her in tongues/ of wild grasses and deep water.” By Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné.
Read MoreWhat’s inside the fantasy and escape issue of the magazine…
Read MoreAn introduction to the Caribbean writers’ feature By John Robert Lee “I accept this archipelago of the Americas.†~ Derek Walcott (‘The Muse of History’)…
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