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AGE by Keisha-Gaye Anderson

Reading Time 1 mins AGE  by Keisha-Gaye Anderson   Age should expand the iris of your name into a doorway that lets the blazing light, splintered through darkness, come into clearer view years should bloom you like a field of freesias under the sun of you mind and unfurl you into into one of the beautiful things in time your journey in bone and skin should mark a firmly-trodden path into clay to make a way toward home for those lost in the thicket we should not just grow up but grow in and study the sound that spawned the… Read More »AGE by Keisha-Gaye Anderson

My Sweet Grenada – Poem by Leslie Alexis

Reading Time 1 mins My Sweet Grenada – Poem by Leslie Alexis   What is it about this island That makes it to all paradise? Is it the people, plants, places That bring smiles to all faces, And when on parting, tears to eyes That venture into this Heaven On Earth land? Grenada, Spice Isle! Maybe it is the pearly white sands On the land’s natural beaches To which the minutes from, one can Count on two pairs of hands. The riches Possessed by this lovely nation Are Priceless, and cannot be stolen, Pure treasures from in paradise, golden And… Read More »My Sweet Grenada – Poem by Leslie Alexis

A Grenada Poet a Day: Audre Lorde (1934 – 1992)

Reading Time 3 mins   Inheritance—His by Audre Lorde I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child I was. Features build coloring alone among my creamy fine-boned sisters marked me Byron’s daughter. No sun set when you died, but a door opened onto my mother. After you left she grieved her crumpled world aloft an iron fist sweated with business symbols a printed blotter dwell in the house of Lord’s your hollow voice changing down a hospital corridor yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow… Read More »A Grenada Poet a Day: Audre Lorde (1934 – 1992)

Celebrating a Grenada Poet a Day (Alister Hughes)

Reading Time 4 mins CARIBBEAN MAN by Alister Hughes, Journalist and Poet, 1919 – 2005   We’re now independent, yes, massa day done, We’re free. It’s a new day which now has begun. So please, let’s get working as hard as we can To foster the growth of Caribbean Man.   Let’s take a look backward, remember with pride Those brave ones who stood up and battled the tide, Who braced up and faced it when all others ran, Who fought for the birth of Caribbean Man.   Paul Bogle, as brave as you ever will find, And Gordon, like… Read More »Celebrating a Grenada Poet a Day (Alister Hughes)

Celebrating a Grenadian Poet a Day (Merle Collins)

Reading Time 1 mins  Merle Collins Quality Time   for my father They say what he has is malignant but they promise more good years. Now, they say, it’s quality time, so he’s smiling. Words like quality and malignant, you could probe and unwrap them but he’s batting, protecting the wicket. The game’s going on, and he’s out in the field again with cocoa and cashew, guava and gospo mango and mortelle, nutmeg and nettle soursop and Seville orange; he’s spending some quality time. They say, We got it all, but it’s malignant, and he wonders. They say, Go easy,… Read More »Celebrating a Grenadian Poet a Day (Merle Collins)