Yes, a Cobbler. A person who makes or mends shoes. I think every woman or man should meet one, sit with one, observe as they create, or at the very least, mend a shoe. You don’t have to have a shoe fetish to understand the allure, or dare I say want to learn.read more
The doving pot of memory was round, black, deep-bellied and seasoned. It maintained an infallible smooth and shine. I can see it now, in its place of pride, always shining and ready.
Ever ready for what usually began with an intriguing mix of brown sugar and oil, which aided by chemistry and inevitability became a vicious caramel froth, which could definitely slay a dragon, in the form of fowl, any version of venison and last but most importantly hunger pangs.read more
There are unique politics and philosophies behind every ‘no comment’ or absence of comment.
I won’t take it personalread more
As a writer, I’ve always been preoccupied with what the Caribbean-writer writes.
I don’t despise the hyphenated way I see my writer.
Honestly, I have never imagined writing for writing sake, or as something I’ve had to do to be whole, but rather something I could do to contribute to the whole.read more
There’s just something about reggae music!
And to quote the words sung by the Great Bob Marley on Trenchtown Rock (1975): ‘One good thing about music/when it hits you, you feel no pain/Oh, oh, I say, one good thing about music/when it hits you, you feel no pain…’read more