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.
Transnational Feminism and Gender-Based Violence
A world released from the vicious grip of gender-based violence demands building movements across borders and regions. It calls for us to agitate for Palestine’s liberation, to push for an end to the war in Sudan and assist those displaced by it, and to protest the neocolonial forces keeping the Democratic Republic of the Congo in conflict and its people exploited for resources that power our societies. It calls for us to stand with Guyana and the people of the Essequibo region – many of whom are indigenous – who are at risk of being uprooted from their homes in the face of potential annexation by Venezuela. It requires that we engage in direct action and work to elevate the Caribbean’s collective consciousness through education and the co-creation of feminist thought.
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.
Body Count
Because to me, it means nothing; it’s just a number
It gives me no validation nor brings me shame
Fam Constellation - Me Kali
Everyone has to thrive in order for the system itself to thrive, every display of hate is only an unexpressed need to feel valid.
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.
Ouroboros
Through all layers and fits it slithered
Though still I scrambled to look decent
The Weight of my Feminity
Heavy is the weight of my femininity,
But a weight I will bare until a change has come
To the men in my area
I’m tired of writing about this
I’m tired of writing this
I’m tired of being handed material
Isolation
I am comfortable in my own skin…
I Am Woman.
I know my rights.
I know my strengths.
I know my history.
Shedding- the mitoXANDRIA
In order for any woman to grow she must shed every mindset that doesn’t fertilise her purpose…
Masking
A Church Girl Gone Rogue
You said inside
I said no way
You said dolls
I said trucks.
Thriving
i flourish
like bougainvillea
that rustles in the breeze
outside my window
pink + plentiful
Isolation 1
This piece is full of pathos, evoking pity and sadness…
A SONG BY THE BEACH
The ocean quivers
Its heart is warm now
Its aim is as swift, and precise as a tall bird
NOT TO HAVE
A nation to be built
A noble lion as the head
And a graceful lioness
THISTLE
Your nose need not be pinched
For you were made with straight lines
Your beauty is standard