Reconnecting to Caribbean Folklore with ‘When We Were Birds’
This is one such narrative that, for me at least, had lain dormant for too long. It blends the stories from our ancestors — recollections from the enslaved, the indentured, and the colonial masters, as well as remnants of indigenous memory. From the very opening of When We Were Birds, we are reminded of this supernatural heritage that is present in our culture.
Among Flowers: A Journey with Jamaica Kincaid
Have you ever looked at a book, read its synopsis, and just knew it would be a book that would change your life?
From the moment I began reading Among Flowers, I mourned finishing it.
The Imprecise Science of Character Naming
A recurring thought, so far, has been names/identity/labels as I navigate who these characters are, what they call themselves and, because we live in a social reality, what they are called by others.
Get to Know Our Artist-in-Residence
Joanne, or Jhohadli, is one of Antigua and Barbuda’s most prominent contemporary writers. Having contributed to the growth of the literary scene on a local, regional, and international scale, she has published eight books of fiction…
Coming Soon: Teach-In Series
Intersect Antigua-Barbuda is pleased to announce its upcoming inaugural teach-in series.
Coming Soon: Artist-In-Residence
Intersect Antigua-Barbuda is pleased to announce its forthcoming inaugural series, The Artist-In-Residence programme.
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.
Day In The Life - Queer Caribby
"Yuh know muh lub home but sometime...
Mental Health Matters Now and Forever
Intersect believes that wellness, both physical and mental, are important practices we all can do to resist the pressures of society. One of the most radical activities you can do is to practice self-love and care.
Like the Sea Rushing In
I mouth at her glittering neck, her skin hot and wet like a melting sun. Slowly, I find her parted lips and we stumble into another kiss. My heart stutters from the fullness of it.
Good Hair
Good Hair speaks to the upliftment and love for all women of colour. The influence of colourism and hair type bias has been an ugly remnant of a social conditioning adopted from slavery that is still very much alive and well today.
In Chrysalis
There is a misconception that the love of a man is hard, reminiscent of a stone statue. They are harden, unmoving, craggy and as such brittle.
Forgiveness
As Shea sat in the pew listening to Father Lewis preach about forgiveness, her mind wandered back to the trial. Fr. Lewis was getting into the throes of the sermon and showed no signs of letting up any time soon. She allowed her thoughts to drift.
Generation Cry
Taitu Kai Goodwin. Taitu. Daughter of the Soil. Antigua Girls’ High School Alumna. Former Ambassador’s daughter. Miss Anguilla. Someone I knew. Taitu.
Open Secrets
Since I last saw you I’ve been thinking. Thinking about you. Thinking about us, about home, about those kids whose journey mirrors yours and mine, A journey walking with fear.
Praying for her Nádleehi
She wanted the baby to be okay. Slowly the vision started and she knew, she knew the way that mothers’ know. She knew that this was her child, even though the person in her vision was not a baby, not even a small child, she knew that this was her baby and yes her child was beautiful.
Isolation
I am comfortable in my own skin…
Learning and Loving Pink
I can see how stubborn a six-year-old I must have been to proudly proclaim that I would never own anything pink and to loudly declare ,to anyone who would listen, that my favourite colour was actually blue (in truth, I never liked blue that much) .
He is like Him
In his physique.
A body made beautiful now distorted
He folds over himself as if
To make up for his size he shrinks his impact
I, Atlas
I am Atlas and the burden of the world is my own. Suffocating under the weight of continents, the whisper of dreams, hopes and prayers that fill the air.