I’m thinking of all the stories that might begin with perhaps and end in possibilities, and my guitar stands in the corner phallic; black and strong. However, I’m not sure if I possess it, or if it possesses me. Of course, looking back at my initial train of thought, I don’t know how my guitar […]
Category: Issue 2
Trouble Start
You ever realise that wherever you go it always have a confusion maker – a Mr. or Mrs. ‘Mauvais Langue’ You tell dem something for dey own good and dey run back an’ tell – ASS! You see how ting does start. Dem kind dar does twis’ roun’ everything an’ see an’ hear conveniently Yes […]
For my man (on J’Ouvert Morning)
Our slow sacred night dance remembers deep fire rhythm that once embraced morning’s translucent liquid blaze Akemi Kochiyama-Ladson
Reviews
Never Talk to Strainers (Rebecca DeMornay, Julio Iglesias, Audie Murphy) When a jaded juice-factory worker named Peg (Rebecca DeMornay) meets Timmy, a mechanic with a past, sparkplugs fly. They fall in love but Timmy canÕt forget the bad fruit he got from a juice factory worker in the past. Their blossoming relationship is further jeopardised […]
What’s the Story (Morning Glory) – Oasis
Oasis are the biggest thing to come out of the UK in the 90s. Their first album Definitely Maybe won massive critical praise as well as selling by the truckload. Within the space of a year they went from playing in clubs the size of your living room to filling 10,000 capacity arenas. They have […]
Issue 2
What’s the Story (Morning Glory) – Andy Knight
A Five to Ten Newsflash
Very early in the morning You lay out the plastic tablecloth, Which has become worn and tattered, Over the old galvanize stand Where you sell your newspapers. You put a sheet of clean plastic over the many tabloids you carry And you nervously fiddle with your spectacles While waiting for the first sale, the same […]
Red Letter
To live and die in Your happiest moment To create and doubt Your own truth To hold your life in Your own hands To let it swing by a thread To leap over the Cliffs of your consciousness And slash the wrists of your thoughts It’s like finding solitude Amongst the crowds and Quietness amid […]
The Long Suffering
I remember the days of hard work and long suffering. Days when my family and I shared an old one bedroom cottage house in the North part of town. The life wasn’t easy at all especially when Daddy got short paid couldn’t pay electricity bill couldn’t buy market goods and groceries. Waking five in the […]
He Lays on His Back
He lays on his back And lets me love him. I ask only that he let me climb The space that separates My soul from his, His needs from mine And that my kisses can wash away Every real and imagined fear That stands between us. I trace our history with my tongue Till I […]