By Nikita Blair In early February, while attending the Commonwealth Writers’ Workshop at Moray House, I was introduced to Nalo Hopkinson’s work.
By Jamella Chesney when the Matriarch dies She takes with Her the breath of the house She takes with Her a generation a history a truth She was a movement She mothered the village and fathered the farm farewell to the voice that scolded the child and consoled the broken farewell to the recipes i never cared to learn the stories She never told me as i held Her in the final hour She had already gone cold the angels had gathered round stillness befell Her aura then there were the cries guttural wails piercing the saturday sky like the horn of a ship with a broken compass pleading for a light in the horizon Her daughters held each other as if in utero as if muscle memory because now the cord hangs loose the branches become roots the men draw words on the ground with their eyes the children panic the light which had guided them beckons the Mother ship to the unearthly plains when the Matriarch dies She leaves her trauma with a shattered lineage as they wrapped Her in clean, white sheets Her rocking chair swayed in the breeze in the verandah overlooking the village that birthed Her Dedicated to my dear granny, Cilene English nee Simon (3rd September, 1944 – 12th October, 2019)
Born and raised in Georgetown, Guyana, Jamella Chesney has been a lifelong writer and storyteller.
Patrick George is a published writer and poet whose short stories and poems have been featured in the Guyana Annual and the Anthology of Contemporary Guyanese Verse.
By Samaria Deonauth He glanced around the sparsely occupied café, scanning the unfamiliar faces, but even the face he was searching for is unfamiliar.
Although we are off to a belated start, for February we’ll be experimenting with a theme.
Meshach Pierre is a conservation biologist by training, but aims to be an interdisciplinary social and ecological scientist.
By Meshach Andres Pierre When I was in high school, a dear friend of mine, Lisa, committed suicide.
Once upon a time, the world was bigger. And brighter. And better. Guyana was bigger too. A little brighter. A little better. It sat on the shoulder of what was then South America, which stretched out into what was then the Caribbean Sea.
Subraj Singh is an award winning director and playwright, a fiction writer and columnist.
Sweet veins of sugar run deep within our skin Whipped and seared with striations of blood And salt-filled wounds, an indelible record Written on our backs A dark ink that runs through time Straight from our fore-parents’ pain History is not a past tense but a well-remembered thing Of toil and terror that bleeds into the present hours And addresses our soul with stories of monied greed That dripped from light, sugar-sweetened skins Those that clamped the chains, those that cracked the whips To brutish laughter and are risen yet again To entrap with new stories of gluttony and greed Wearing their thin disguise, wearing their blackened sheen That drills down through layers and layers of time To claim sweet veins of oil that rest unworried in the core beneath And we who once were hurt and who once felt the pain Have learned to profit from the loss And to profit from the gain And the massa-day avarice we once condemned and blamed We see in the mirror now garbed in full length And caught in full embrace of the very greed Of the very sweetened deals Now that we have signed our name Here on this dotted line that pushes past the past That pushes past the pain To reveal the grins, the skin-teeth open mouths Of the shiny, oil-slickened beings That we have become -Ryhaan Shah
Ryhaan Shah, who has worked as a journalist in print and television, has had three novels published in the United Kingdom.
Nadia Sagar is an attorney-at-law. In her spare time, she writes short stories and is currently working on a collection she hopes to one day publish.
In addition to being a journalist, university lecturer and newly admitted member of the bar, Chevy Devonish is an avid volunteer with various organisations, including the Volunteer Youth Corp.
By Nathaniel Wren For women who are difficult to love, I wish to understand your character.
Nathaniel Wren is a Guyanese-born writer residing in New York. His interest in poetry was piqued during his time as a student of the St.
Dear Coast Landerz ah Guyana By Gabrielle E. Mohamed Do, prey tell, Why ayo tink Ya own meh lan?
In “Dear Coast Landerz ah Guyana,”creole poet Gabrielle Mohamed confronts the attitudes of coastland residents to their indigenous counterparts by way of a letter of complaint.
By Nicholas Peters Colonialism had already imposed colonial mindsets on the psyche of African people, which meant that they continued to reproduce coloniality as their future even after direct juridical colonialism has been dismantled – Sabelo J.Ndlovu-Gatsheni
Nicholas Peters’ “Imagining Future Guyanas” is the last of four non-fiction works we decided to feature this month.