Tag: caribbean
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sen jòj | 10.08.2026 entry
three days from now, jouvè in town. was debating on whether or not i wanted to post these, cause i’m a real private person (also why i’m just now sharing my work w the world) and don’t like the idea of strangers being able to save my photos to do whatever with—but i also can’t…
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“vòlkanik” — a poem
a poem, confronting anti-indigeneity in post-colonial grenada
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“manmzèl” — a short fiction
(Creative Writing Assignment) — Exploring Adultification & Pedophilia in a Patriarchal Caribbean Society SUNDAY MORNING, the scent of cocoa tea wafted throughout our family house. A three-bedroom, one-bath bungalow. The house that my siblings and I, and our mother and hers came of age in. The same house that my grandfather was more than man enough to put…
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birchgrove | 18.06.26 entry
a week from now, and day 2 bts of shooting “sundays”! nah what better way could i have acquired my required 30 hours of community service? like honestly? palé vit! 🎤 exactly! i was so immersed in the experience that i forgot i was supposed to be gathering footage to edit & post on my platforms. mé i’ll…
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birchgrove | 17.06.26 entry
a week from now, and day 1 bts of shooting “sundays”! nothing has ever come closer to me being in my element, aside from writing ofc, than the very first time i stepped foot on set. shadowing for a local film being shot here, in the motherland by diaspora, was such a pleasure! so much so that i actually didn’t…
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“wey ah gobi?” — a micro fiction
(Creative Writing Assignment) — Imagining an Indo-Caribbean Homecoming I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF THIS MOMENT for as long as I’ve had a conscience. Of my own, that is. At eleven is when it’d dawned on me, just how many different groups of people crossed unfamiliar seas, in order for me to be me. I am the amalgamation of various…
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“wòz kayèn/cayena” — a flash fiction
An Aladyann/Arrayano Valentines Day Short 😘 “¿PUEDO BAILAR CON—” “WI.”
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“fwi” — a micro fiction
(Creative Writing Assignment) — Guess the FRUIT! It made no sound. That was, unless it reached, or was almost to maturity. And as a child, spending summers on this very island, my motherland, I wondered how something so small could be so loud. So mighty… Young adult me is amused by the irony. They usually vary in appearance. However this one, in particular,…