WIth COVID 19 forcing the temporary closure of the museum, curator Andil Gosine called upon three poets to virtually open Nanan’s exhibtiion–the first and largest for a Caribbean woman at the AMA–on June 11, 2024. Among them was Andre Bagoo, whose engagement with the artist includes a suite of poems that invoke and weigh the site of Nanan’s shell-collecting, along Trinidad’s vulnerable Atlantic coast. … Continue reading →
An article on the Prince Claus Fund in luxury magazine Jamaque Paradis features PREE’s writing studio. They got one detail wrong, the studio was/is to be held just before (now after) Calabash Literary Festival. Other than that we’re very pleased to be featured in an article on a really unique and innovative agency–the Prince Claus […]
An Interview with Ingrid Persaud on Love after Love
I write in English that requires no translation for the forty-four million people living in the Caribbean. This is the real English of a real place. Why I must translate into the English of a very particular minority who carry on like them own the language? Nah.
Homecoming is not meant to outlive the holidays. For a homecoming to be respectable, it must cease. We must leave again to seek out something better, a place where the waves will not gulp down buildings. A place where the sea minds its manners and knows not to trespass. … Continue reading →
Long before the turtles stopped burying their eggs in the sand of narrowing beaches, and fishermen stopped dragging nets into the sea, and tourists stopped taking selfies at plantation houses…… Continue reading →
Well look, social media more vicious than crocodile. It will hunt you. Sooner or later, once social media gets a taste of your business, it will bite into your privacy and never let go. After that, side-chick come outta hospital and start throw all kinda shade on Instagram. Crocodile Tears by Roland Watson-Grant. In which humans and a wily old croc wrestle each other for control of a once iconic beach in Jamaica
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You couldn’t light-proof a house no matter what you did. You couldn’t light-proof a world.… Continue reading →
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ADAM PATTERSON
I was weeding the back garden and thinking about you –
you,
stranger of the fields,
fugitive farmer,
runaway planter marooned from your dirt,… Continue reading →
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All my chirren is leave aftee sometime
an once dey does go
dey does don’t come back
sometime
all a mine is come back yinno?… Continue reading →
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Wild Thing
ELIZABETH JAIKARAN
in my parents’ country
they discovered spiders big enough to
eat small dogs.… Continue reading →
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During World War II, the mining town of Shinkolobwe was dropped from maps of the Belgian Congo to protect the secrecy of its uranium ore. This rock would later supply most of the raw materials for the world’s first atomic bombs.
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