Today or Maybe Tomorrow

Mrs. Smith awoke at six a.m. sharp. She had been doing so for the past sixteen years. She always followed the same pattern. She did it so well. First she would stand and stretch, then she would take a half empty glass of vodka, that she would place earlier that evening near her bed, and […]

Dancing to Keep From Dying (For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow is Enuf)

“The issue here is not race; the issue is self-respect and self-empowerment of women. The lovely thing about this production [is that] we’ve had people – because of the domestic violence theme – there have been women who’ve decided to take action and there have been men who have reassessed their behavior towards women. We […]

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Hello! Q here. Yuh know, every day of this week I’ve heard at least one sermon on how much money youths spend on clothes, and frankly, I’m tired of people trying to chain me up to stop spending money on clothes, especially sneakers. Now if you do spend lots of money on clothes, you’re just […]

Cinda Rella – A Day-Old Folk Tale

The kingdom was agape with anticipation, for the King of the land was having a dread concert, featuring his son, and every young girl in the kingdom was invited. “How nice!” thought Cinda Rella. “I invited too.” But her skettelish step-sisters never thought of her. They had all sorts of jobs for Cinda to do. […]

Damn Diseases

I never thought about the word disease until I got one. Disease: dis – ease. In other words lack of ease, ill at ease . . . no ease. Diseases hurt. They transform you from a smooth, magnetic social animal, into a crying, itching outcast. Diseased people spend their time looking around and wondering if […]

Jodan is Twenty-Seven

It was a brilliant Friday afternoon, the kind that makes you thank God (whoever she is) that you don’t have a regular job. My nephew and I celebrated by biking to Maracas Bay. It was great; our groins throbbed with the vibrations of those powerful chrome-plated babies. All morning long we did man-things, roaring along […]

Faking It

Faking It? Yeah you say. Not me! No babe I have ever been with has had to fake it. Isn’t that what all we Trini men would say? Or would we say ” Faking it?” Who gives a shit! At least I got what I wanted. You know that men can’t fake it. I mean […]