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The atmosphere was thick as folk contemplated the gala dinner date of the decade with ever-increasing anticipation. Mama Glo had signed the summons but everyone knew that Mami Wata, Madre de Agua and Watramama would be in attendance too. Such an event was too auspicious for any of the
‘‘We live on the main road across from the stand-pipe.” That is how I learned from my mother to direct anyone to our house. We were country people, my father an agricultural labourer, my mother a seamstress. I was the firstborn. We lived in a small two-bedroomed chattel house.
Eulalie wore a broad-brimmed straw hat; Ellie favoured a headtie. In their pauses, Eulalie would fan with her hat; Ellie would remove the headtie to wipe down the back of her neck and her forehead.
A Word on Caribbean Theatre from the Archives:
Vol. 17, No. 65, Pages 16–22 (June 1979)
(An address delivered at the Second Conference of Caribbean Dramatists, Barbados, December 1978)
DAWN: 65-year-old Jamaican grandmother with white hair, but face not older than 50
KELLY: Dawn’s 13-year-old granddaughter
MALIK: 15-year-old neighbour
A Word on Criticism from the Archives:
Vol. 10, No. 38, Pages 74–77 (January–June 1964)
Intersectionality, a term coined by African American lawyer and civil rights activist Kimberlé Crenshaw (1989), highlights the interdependent nature of social divisions such as race, class, and gender in reinforcing systems of prejudice and inequity (140).
by M.J. Fievre. Coral Gables: Mango Publishing, 2019.
ISBN: 978-1-64250-136-0. 237 pp. paperback.
Looking for Cazabon by Lawrence Scott. London and Trafalgar: Papillote Press, 2025. ISBN: 978173930367. 85 pp. paperback.
Last Reel by Mervyn Morris. Kingston: Ian Randle Publishers, 2024. ISBN: 978-976-8339-06-5. 45 pp. paperback.
A Memoir from the Archives:
Vol. 15, No. 60, Pages 303–309 (June 1976)
Grandma’s house was on Central Avenue, a few gates up from the intersection with Constant Spring Road, and a mile or so north of Half Way Tree, the geographical centre of the sprawling city of Kingston, where my little brother and I went to prep school.
We’d sit on the verandah, my Dad and I, and it wouldn’t be a dream. Either here in Barbados or in white plastic chairs by the front door in LaSalle. The way our neighbours the Zelenskis do in front their garage soon as the weather’s good, late spring into late fall if the earth
C. M. Julius had just leisurely driven three miles of empty, quiet road and had arrived at the driveway to his home, or more accurately put, the place where he currently resided.
A PERSPECTIVE
The Caribbean intellectual tradition is a complex configuration of thought and practices. The region was born and wrought within the cauldrons of racial slavery and various 15th-century European colonial projects. It was at the heart of the making of the modern world.
Flood waters
rushing down again
the village filled with rain
they’re singing
happy birthday
Flood waters
today I’m nine years old
my mom god bless her soul
she’s singing
happy birthday