Queer in Nature

CFS 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.

Queer in Nature

Who am I?

For as long as I can remember, I have always asked myself who I am, but it has always taken time to think of an answer that would define me.

Queer in Nature

Letters from an Island

Krik, krak an island space temporal and eternal through natives’ speech…

 
 

Queer in Nature

Partcipating fully while residing in islands where queerphobia is rampant is fraught with complications and prevents Queer folx from fully being themselves. Conversely, nature provides an avenue for nature-based spirituality and many Queer folx have discovered or re-discovered their love for their environment. We would love to hear how you navigate and explore the environment.

 
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Fe A-we
Fe A-we

after by Kamau Brathwaite

So what if we queers die?

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Ritual
Ritual

And I am here

in commune with the seas

my curios stem from cashee,

breadfruit and jackfish, a feast

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Interview with a Chichiman
Interview with a Chichiman

I am the sea unending, rhythmic, fearless…

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The Arrival of Birds
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.

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Who am I?
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.

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Letters from an Island: Part I
Letters from an Island: Part I

As an island

I am reformed

in any image

outside my own…

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Caribbean Feminist Stories: Volume II
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.

Read More →

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