Fe A-we
after by Kamau Brathwaite
So what if we queers die?
Ritual
And I am here
in commune with the seas
my curios stem from cashee,
breadfruit and jackfish, a feast
Interview with a Chichiman
I am the sea unending, rhythmic, fearless…
The Arrival of Birds
Amazona guildingii shrieks for you,
and your half-written sinuous chapters,
they are to remain unfinished.
This is one tragedy of the Caribbean queer.
Who am I?
It has taken me years to know that I am a queer black feminist who loves the water; whether it be the ocean, a waterfall, a lake, or a river, the form doesn't matter.
Letters from an Island: Part I
As an island
I am reformed
in any image
outside my own…
Caribbean Feminist Stories: Volume II
Did you know? The Sea and Sand are lovers. With every ebb and flow, they shape and are shaped. With each rush and churn, they guide and are guided. Time and time again, they converge and reconverge.