Tricia King 7/16/22 Tricia King 7/16/22

The Water Goddess

Tricia King 7/16/22 Tricia King 7/16/22

The Earth Goddess

Jeanine M. Gervais 7/8/22 Jeanine M. Gervais 7/8/22

Save the Earth

I struggle to breathe

Carbon dioxide in the atmosphere

Continuously you feed.

I am living in fear.

Amelia Badri 7/6/22 Amelia Badri 7/6/22

Blackout

When the lights go off, and on, off- again-on-again, and finally out, tea light candles glow in every bedroom, two in every washroom.

Nastassia Rambarran 7/4/22 Nastassia Rambarran 7/4/22

Two haikus about the darkened sky and after

darkness at midday

the volcano next door flew

Suhayla Hepburn 6/16/22 Suhayla Hepburn 6/16/22

Letters from an Island: Part I

As an island

I am reformed

in any image

outside my own…

Tricia King 6/14/22 Tricia King 6/14/22

Unraveling my Island Identity

Let me fling back me madras

And unravel a bit of who I am…

Anélia Victor 6/1/22 Anélia Victor 6/1/22

An Ode to You

An Ode to You is a three-part series of the metamorphosis of allowing my hidden feelings of my inner child to be set free, be present and queer.

Jeanine M. Gervais 5/30/22 Jeanine M. Gervais 5/30/22

Connected to the Earth

You come to Sell

Your craft everyday

Tourist come to buy

Glass, plastic, shell.

Amelia Mohammed 5/20/22 Amelia Mohammed 5/20/22

Home on the Waves

The sea breeze stank with the aroma of rotted seaweed, piled on the eroded and littered shore. Dead fish and mutilated sea life were a norm.

Janielle Browne 5/16/22 Janielle Browne 5/16/22

Fire And Brimstone

“She didn’t even have a soul to vent to and so she grumble to sheself and feel the anger grow like coal pot on the fire of her madness. She know how the story go already. No sympathy for ‘mad’ woman in this land.”

Lafleur Cockburn 4/29/22 Lafleur Cockburn 4/29/22

Milk in Bush Tea

By sunup, Soufrière have the country inside out. Bryna cyar recognize he farm; the North Pole like it move to Orange Hill, bringing heat instead ah cold.

Denise Westfield 4/27/22 Denise Westfield 4/27/22

Seasons

Marcel opened her eyes slowly. She blinked rapidly, inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She was alive. She was honestly surprised to be awake, yet again.

Tamara NA Toney 4/25/22 Tamara NA Toney 4/25/22

Heavy

It was then that I really saw the exodus. I remember the mattresses- some folded to accommodate another- others splayed on the sides of trucks and vans. I remember the strained faces of a people who were trying to get to a destination some of which were unknown.

Grace Peters-Clarke 4/25/22 Grace Peters-Clarke 4/25/22

Strayed Child of Hairouna

You used to tell people about the volcano in your island with a kind of pride, the life source of the island-- a natural phenomenon that humbles even the most arrogant. Is it still active? People would usually ask. Could blow at any time you respond.

Jacinth Browne-Howard 9/9/21 Jacinth Browne-Howard 9/9/21

Snow on Banana Leaves

Petra had lived long enough to witness this once before. The monstrous anger of Soufriere in 1979. The pelted stones and the wrathful skies of obsidian.

Intersect 7/25/21 Intersect 7/25/21

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.