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When the annals of Jamaica are written the village of Bowens will be but a footnote; overwhelmed by the tide of time and relentless economic progress. As life emerges from death, so too did New Bowens, a housing scheme, supplant … Continue reading
A page of Croatian translations? Can you believe that? Oddly enough, I can for as this site has evolved it has occurred to me that a major part of my enjoyment of this endeavour, and my life so far, has … Continue reading
How can a woman with no face have a voice? When draped in silk or defaced by acid, she speaks to us of her man’s attempts to exert a mythical power. When distorted through blows she cries out for help … Continue reading
The poem here blends two experiences: confronting a ghost, and staring down a croaking lizard… The poem reflects the internal monologue that occurred while staring into those lifeless looking eyes of that lizard. If you think of the cold stare … Continue reading
Through a picture window in my corner office, a spectacular view of free spirits. Trapped at my desk as I am, I watch four boys and a flock of white seagulls make merry on the sleepy waves of the Kingston … Continue reading
I suppose you’ve figured it out by now; today was a hard one for me. So, I’ve reached for these poems, and for you, for solace. I tried to write something about a girl on the train ride home tonight, … Continue reading
Heated breaths traverse the back of your neck. You snuggle into me, kitten-like, revelling in our new-found closeness. Enjoying my whispers and the feel of my lips on your neck, your shoulders, you smile; and I see new mornings … Continue reading