he was crouched there counting on his fingers and then his toes. Suzanne,Tanya, Gillian, Clara, Fannie, Veronica, and that set of twins at the stag party, the one from the bar that monday night and Carol, but that was love and he really wanted to marry her, her cousin, which meant that when Carol found […]
Category: Prose
Swirl
“i dreamed a vision of you saying all the right things.” or, i might walk blocks out of my way to watch the lights flicker in his room. each river that runs takes me to a larger body and each larger body reminds me that nothing can ever really be mine. i will never be sailing across the ocean […]
Issue 5
Swirl – Samantha Coerbell Succour – Samantha Coerbell
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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 […]
Faking it… The BC Pires look-alike Prose Writing Contest
Entries for The BC Pires look-alike Prose Writing Contest Damn Diseases Jodan is Twenty-Seven Faking It
John
He took his glasses off, with both hands, and placed them gently on the desk. He closed his eyes for a moment. the window was not completely shut and the papers on the desk stirred in the faint draught. He stretched his arms above his head, and looked about him, trying to find his pen […]