Coming Soon: Artist-In-Residence
Intersect Antigua-Barbuda is pleased to announce its forthcoming inaugural series, The Artist-In-Residence programme.
Reverberations
Ashes unnatural, missing marks of time
names scribbled hopefully instead
to be recited over and over by the living’s
attempts at resurrection
Triptych
The heat erupts on my skin
into buried bodies,
rubble engulfing their delicate bones
caring not if they are young or old
panicked echoes of their last breath,
chanting freedom songs,
trapped, their ashes now rise
haunting us all
My heart holds on
Witnessing the Palestinian genocide on this large a scale and remembering that this is how they see all of us . . . .
What will happen when we become useless to Western interests?
What will become of our culture?
Because they will take our land and our lives and build memorials generations later to admit guilt.
Or they will let the ocean swallow us up and say we weren’t loud enough at policy conferences.
After the damage has been done, they will give us a day to recognize the sins of the past.
All with the intention to repeat history.
I don’t see beauty where I used to
The moon, glowing in full, still inspires awe
But then I wonder,
Can they see the moon in Gaza?
Or are the skies too choked with smoke?
Is its glow overpowered by the flashing of bombs?
There is liberation in the groundswell
Not only are we the waves, but
we are the storm itself.
It is we who have storm winds spinning in our lungs
It is we who have salt stinging our eyes
It is we who have choppy seas nauseating our bellies.
It is we who are coming for those who think
their peace matters more
their peace requires violence
their violence is justified
their violence is the only one justified.
A New Day
A new day
To fight
To light the darkness
Guyana, Venezuela, and Colonialism
Although the current lines dividing South America and the Caribbean were drawn by colonial powers and do not reflect the reality of the indigenous residents prior to colonisation, it is nevertheless important to recognise that the indigenous Caribbean people – in addition to the afro-Caribbean and indo-Caribbean people – living in the Essequibo region consider themselves Guyanese. This fact alone should warrant an end to the dispute.
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.
our remembrance
The fox.
Who steals into the fowl coop,
will meet his match,
when the flock turns,
to see his hands, wet and crimson.
Decolonizing Neo-Colonial Ecologies in Barbuda, Part I
…efforts are being made by the government of Antigua to dissolve communal land relations and to institute privatized land ownership to make way for eco-tourism and other development initiatives. This, as Naomi Klein asserts in The Shock Doctrine, is characteristic of disaster capitalism.
May the Sun Shine on a Liberated Palestine
Reinforcing this idea of resistance through art and dress is the headscarf that she’s wearing — a keffiyeh, which is a symbol of Palestinian resistance, revolution, unity, and solidarity.
Statement in Solidarity with Palestine
We will not look away. We must raise up a cry of transnational feminist solidarity, a polyphony of rage and dissent, against the ongoing violence against Palestinians by the settler colony of Israel and its allies.
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.
The Fire Goddess
The Fire Goddess
The Wind Goddess
The Wind Goddess