I made a trip to town last week, when this guy shows me by the direction his shoes are moving that he going the same way. So i stop and he jump in and we talking about the government. I ask him how he would change things and what or who would be fighting him […]
Category: Prose
Life in the Wild West – Trinidad Style
I waited with abated breath the verdict. I could feel the beads perspiration rolling off my forehead, one by my temple down across my cheek and pool at the underside of my chin with each perspiration ball feeling like a ball of acid painfully engraving it’s unpatterned passage along the exterior of my face. That […]
De whole Bachannal
Nine people in a house with only two of them getting regular sex, is anybody’s formula for a classic Trini bachanal. And that is exactly how de whole thing start off. It had the Starboy and he girlfriend Smallie, and they were in a room seperate from everybody else, so they safe. Tall Saddis start off in de same […]
Issue 4
Cinda Rella – A Day-Old Folk Tale – Quincy Ross De whole Bachannal John – Nicholas Laughlin Life in the Wild West – Trinidad Style – Gerard Wilson Untitled – beesWax Untitled – Quincy Ross
And
There is so much to be said sounds without words cries without tears. Hot dogs with onions somehow remind me of someone with a serious body odor. I am dipping into the pockets of my brain as to why this similarity should occur. And my thoughts are suddenly displaced by this man on the maxi, […]
Tour
There was a time in this country. A time when the people’s anxiety was stirring. When the average man and woman got disillusioned whenever they looked around at their situation. No one was making any money and hope for a future on the island was becoming more expensive by the day. For some, the only […]
Untitled
The telephone on the stand rings. My attention snaps back and forth between its incessant jangling and the television I am watching. Stupid ads. I pick up the phone. “Hello” I half listen, half concentrate on the tv. Something said intimately next to my ear makes me finally attend to the conversation. “Yes? What? Oh […]
A minute in the life of Jack Saw and other poems
A minute in the life of Jack Saw Zzzzzzzzzzz!! hmmm! zzzzzzzzzzz!! oooooooh! “Okay Jack, get up now.” Death Threat I If you come around me once more I’ll throw you down the cesspit. Death Threat II I hate you so much I can take you to shark island and throw you in. Kelly Bonnett
Of Wings, Nectar, & Ancestors
1 On deep purple-black nights, when the whole house has pushed itself into slumber, WaLiLa flits around her room like a moth. She bounces off the walls & clings to the ceiling. Her energy jumps up & turns cartwheels. It does jumping jacks & jiggles its knees impatiently. Her ears try to give the impression […]
The Lime
Oh fuck, answer the phone Kerry. “Yo, what yuh saying, let’s make an Upper Level, about seven…. Yeah, cool, pick you up soon. Later.” Alright, we on a Friday night lime. Wife in Martinique. What to put on. Look casual, it’s Friday. Levi’s, not the black pants; Wendell shoes. Right. Looking hot. Little Xeris, smelling […]