I performed this piece in Trinidad at the Bocas Lit Fest April 2015.
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Maribelle’s Petard
Check out my story on Akashic Books’ Mondays are Murder series. This is not for the little ones … or for the faint of heart. Maribelle’s Petard
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Blood Rising
I submitted this short story for the National Caribbean American Heritage Month and it was chosen to be posted. The theme was: Losing and Rediscovering Caribbean Identity Abroad. Enjoy. This is where it was posted. Also check out the poem by my long-time friend Nneka Edwards. Here is the link to the actual story.
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Calabash 2014
I have been interested in attending this literary event for many years. It seems like a wonderful meeting of like-minded individuals wanting to discuss, learn about, and promote Caribbean literature. Unfortunately I missed it once again, I seem to be getting all of the publicity about it after the fact, but I will put it on my calendar for 2016,…
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WORD! In New York this weekend
If you will be in New York this weekend, check out WORD! I will be speaking at 3 pm and I will have copies of books on hand. Hope to see you there.
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Hiatus (of sorts)
Hi all, I haven’t stopped writing short stories. I am writing consistently but submitting my stories to various publications. As a result, I cannot post them here. Please be patient (I’m trying to be) and keep checking in. I will post links to stories whenever possible. Thanks!
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Knowing Face
Read “Knowing Face” in the December 2013 issue of the Cave Hill Literary Annual, Poui.
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The Soup
Originally published in the April 2013 issue of the St. Somewhere online journal. ‘I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.’ As she stirred the soup, she imagined that she was hitting him with each turn of the spoon. She watched her hands move in the remnants of daylight seeped through the kitchen window. She was mesmerised by the…
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The Third Day
Don’t try to hide, I know what you’re doing.
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Five Gol’ Teet’
The letter lay on the worn wooden table. A single sheet of white paper, crisp and smooth except for the folds that allowed it to envelope a wad of US dollar notes. The notes gave off a rich scent that contrasted sharply with the dimly lit and sparsely furnished room.