San Juan Market Sunday Morning

Is every Sunday morning since ah was twelve years, aunty Milly send me in San Juan market by mehself. The first time I started going, ah didn’t like it atall. I used to say that the market wasn’t a place for me to go because ah did find de people an’ dem too noisy and […]

Issue 1 – Kelly Bonnette

NOBODY. You looked at me. You laughed at me. You yelled at me. You leaned on me… Yet you keep telling me that i’m nobody Aren’t I the same one who lifted you, Suffered for you, Cried for you. Begged and lied for you? Yes it’s me, You ungrateful one. You still say to me […]