Brago comes to life
‘And there under the window was the little kind of man. The naked, sweaty Baccoo.’
‘When aunty see the name of the sender, she tell me, throw it away. I open it yes. And inside was rum bottle make from thick brown glass.’
Stories rooted in folklore of the Caribbean. all rivers flow to the sea, all stories flow through the folk. River Stories Ananse, Anansi, audio drama.
‘And there under the window was the little kind of man. The naked, sweaty Baccoo.’
‘When aunty see the name of the sender, she tell me, throw it away. I open it yes. And inside was rum bottle make from thick brown glass.’
Greetings from the compulsive writer, writing for writings sake. I always hope to be recognised and appreciated, but even without recognition, I write still. And when I write, I always have in mind a Faberge Egg, intricately patterned, exquisitely designed but crafted in the colours of the Caribbean. As a result, I edit, rewrite, edit […]Read Post ›
Shamie enters a stick fighting competition in Moruga.
Rosie is the girl who catches his eye.
Anslem is his rival, in and out of the gayelle. The man he’s going to cut for sure.
A ball of flame
along she came
flying without the wind
Imagine it, you meet an old fella in a rum shop…
Episode 1 SHARK STORY (click to listen)
I only recently came across some writings by Mortimo ‘Kumie’ Planno, a Rastafari teacher. As a Rasta it made me smile to read and so I’m sharing this bit of history that like some much of our history seems to have slipped through the cracks. Mortimo St George “Kumi” Planno, (6 September 1929, Cuba – 5 […]Read Post ›