Garden Wows & Woes!

Last year I dug up a small portion of the back yard, dumped in hundreds of pounds of humus, manure and organic soil and attacked gardening. That was probably the first problem. You should never “attack” gardening. It’s supposed to bring you new life. It ought to be a calming and growing experience. What came…

Top Chef Momma

My momma made PONE. I would like to try her original recipe but it takes a full day to make. My ambitions in the kitchen are not quite at that level. Yet. The house smells phenomenal and I’m chomping on a treat many Trini people find it hard to master. There are so many things…

Youngblood

My writing is heavily influenced by my environment. There are things I observe that inspire new flow, that make me question the “what if?” Some things bring a cold dose of reality to the front. We live in a world of change yet change is so seemingly difficult to accomplish. We live in a world…

PTR Literature: Hurricane Hits England

Step into the world of Guyanese born, UK transplant, Grace Nichols. Her poem below, Hurricane Hits England, brings a smile to my face. The references to Caribbean culture, the all too familiar desire to resent your new home until that moment you find that the new world is only a far off relative, bearing resemblance…

PTR Literature: Derek Walcott

Love After Love The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to…

Bajan Invasion Part 1

He is driven. He is suave, he has that certain je ne sais quoi. It cannot be worded but is so so obvious. Perk of perks? He happens to be West Indian American, Bajan Amer to be exact. Meet Qwiz. I’m positive the man has a last name but over the past five years he…

SHE. The Novelist: Chapter 6

SHE. THE NOVELIST. A short creative work by Donya A. Jackson Chapter 6: Majesty. Why on earth did he pick such a formal restaurant? It was Tuesday night. My burgundy cocktail dress was definitely not what I wanted to be wearing. A pair of soft, worn in jeans and a beat up college sweater described…