A Portable Paradise
By Roger Robinson, b.1982, Trinidad/England. And if I speak of Paradise,then I’m speaking of my grandmotherwho told me to carry it alwayson my person, concealed, …
From “In Your Crib”
By Austin Clarke, 1934-2016, Barbados/Canada. The suddenness in the changing of the colour, the luscious green of spring and summer, and putting on of an …
At The Centre
By Afua Cooper, 2007, Jamaica/Canada. Today doves flew from my head and my hair grew the longing is gone from my body and I’m filled …
Nobody Riding The Roads Today
By June Jordan, 1936-2002, U.S.
Nobody riding the roads today
But I hear the living rush
far away from my heart
Nobody meeting on the streets
But I rage from the crowded
overtones of emptiness
Nobody sleeping in my bed
But I breathe like windows
broken by emergencies
Nobody laughing anymore
But I see the world split
and twisted up like open stone
Nobody riding the roads today
But I hear the living rush
far away from my heart