By S. Bharrat I dreamt that the day of revolution would come; that thousands would storm the city streets screaming for justice. – Mahadai Dass The day for revolution has come and gone and I hear your cry echo the wind that carries nothing but my brother’s silence: mouth sealed shut by his own mud and water. One counterfeit general – his wings … Continue reading On the Twelfth Day
This poem was first performed on March 25, 2014 at the Ministry of Culture, Youth and Sport’s World Poetry Day 2014 event – An Evening of International, Regional and Guyanese Poetry. I dedicated the first performance to Minister of Culture, Youth and Sport Dr. Frank Anthony. The poem itself is dedicated to my nana, those Guyanese of Indian heritage who have had their hearts broken, … Continue reading Dear Nana
Dear Ian McDonald, As I sit here this cold, grey morning in Craig Old Road my mind and heart and soul wander through the moments you’ve remembered these past decades. I see now, Ian, if I may be so bold, that there comes a time when a girl must rise and burn the leeches from her skin so that she may forge a sword of … Continue reading To Ian McDonald
For our journalists. Yuh tink I like wake up every marnin’ an’ see you? Dat I like lef’ meh house, meh pickanee, meh lil piece in dis cowboy country? Yuh tink dis is how I wan’ live? Dat I wan’ watch dem minista thief? Dat I wan’ watch thief watchin’ thief? Yuh really tink I wan’ hear how yuh beat yuh wife? And how she … Continue reading Reportah Storie
The unsaid. The unborn. Impregnated with words, feelings, so much of me. Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Silence…
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