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The Moirai (Or When Tears Are Never Enough) It seems to be the will of those sisters three that the words clawing up from deep within cannot cascade, cannot bubble up from my fingertips and spill from the tip of my pen so that ink can carve into thread so [...]

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You landed here at three in the afternoon, Heralded by an anthem of gunshots and fire. You landed here in the heat of the moment, When blood had turned to fire, And tears to iron. You landed here because of the ballot, To make sure we swallowed the bullet You [...]

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What should I do when the world rages at me? What should I feel when my screams are swallowed by the void? What should I do when I have nothing but a thousand yard stare and words trapped in my mind, and walls locked in my throat? What should I [...]

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Confined to the curtilage of my home during the lockdown, I discovered quite by chance that I need not travel abroad in order to find adventure. In fact, I learned that adventure would find me even if I could not escape the isolation of my house. On the small round [...]

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The brilliance of Bajans is in our resilience... True ... we does be hard ears and stubborn We don’t like to listen and we like to do things we own way And sometimes? Sometimes we like to be loud and strong Even tho what we say might be wrong and [...]

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We in d hot sun, long line ‘till it bend get up front and hear dem: “Sir use yuh head not yuh hand” Frustrations high - d machine cursing Bleep; bleep; bleep Once yuh walk in But all I hearing is... "Normal Temperature" We miss two Crop Over’s now A [...]

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No retreat. No surrender. It’s not easy To fight An enemy We cannot see Cannot touch But can only feel, And by then it may be too late. No retreat. No surrender. It’s not easy To restrict Movement And abandon Liming with friends While young and old Complain and are [...]

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Hot Boiling Glows Glow Flows Flow Strong Down Down Into the valley Into the sea Cementing Its place In our memories. Fine Dust Flies Far Far- ther And Fast Fast- er Eastward O'er The ocean Islands covered Together. Her deepest Grumblings Like a scorned woman's Persistent Mumblings Raging, Temper Escalating [...]

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It seemed, Distant. Irrelevant. Almost exotic. We are resistant. It seemed, Common. Overdone. It’s just a flu. ‘Tis the season. It seemed, Eastern. Until it wasn’t. The Europeans And Americans Must have a plan For containment. But they didn’t. And then, It seemed, Close. Too close For comfort. Too close [...]

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