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The Coqui Song

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by Carmen Milagros Torres

Quiqui Coqui lived near a river in El Yunque. He was sad because the other coquis wouldn’t let him sing. They said, “Your song is too soft.”

One night a light appeared. Quiqui was scared and hid.

“Don’t be afraid. Come outside,” a voice said.

Quiqui went to the rock. He saw a beautiful woman. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I am the moon. Why don’t you sing?”

”The other coquis say the moon won’t like my soft song.”

The moon answered, “But I do. Everyone is not the same. Some stars are big, some are small. Some are white, some are blue.”

Quiqui looked at the sky. “It’s true! All the stars are different.”

The moon said, “Remember to sing. Your song is also beautiful.”

The next night all the coquis sang KO-KEE, KO-KEE. And Quiqui answered ko-kee-kee-kee-kee.

Now the moon is very happy whenever Quiqui sings with his friends.


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About the author...

Carmen Milagros Torres is a professor at the University of Puerto Rico at Humacao. She is currently completing a PhD in Ca…

Jumbie Child

by Kheryn Casey

When she wasn’t calling me Ambrosine, Madame Lorde forbade me from going to the graveyard, and if she knew that I was going when the sun was about to set, she’d slap me so hard that my head would spin around on my neck.

The graveyard was a narrow field of dirt. Stones stood one on top of the other, threatening to crash to the ground. They marked where the bodies lay. I went to my mother’s stones. I knelt down on the ground so that her body was beneath me. I prayed. Birds ca-cawed to one another, reptiles crunched through the brush, and I heard the chirping of a cricket even though the sun still shined. Madame Lorde told me that crickets were confused and dying if they chirped to the sun, so I said a little prayer for that cricket too.

Madame Lorde didn’t like me coming to the graveyard since it was so close to the brush, but it was the only place in the whole village I liked to be. It was the only place the other women wouldn’t go, so I knew I wouldn’t have to put up …

Featured Illustrators: Leizelle Guinness

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Leizelle Guinness 
Trinidad and Tobago 

Leizelle's (unpublished) picturebook, Poppitz: The Frog Who Flew is "a story about believing in your dreams and never giving up." Poppitz the frog desperately wishes he could fly. Will he find a way to fulfill his dream? Wishes, the book suggests, do come true but not always in the way we expect!

The illustrations in Poppitz were first sketched by hand and then digitally inked on a computer to produce the cartoonesque vector illustrations in the book. In the illustration titled "Poppitz and the Chicken", Poppitz shares his dream of flying with a chicken who laughs at the idea, while "Poppitz Does Some Sewing" shows Poppitz putting his plan into action. In "The Fly is Puzzled" a fly tries to figure out how to get out of its, err, predicament (well frogs do eat flies you know!) You can read the entire story of Poppitz: The Frog Who Flew  online.




Leizelle on what Caribbean children's illustration means …

Anansesem Ezine: The Power of Community Moving Forward

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The upcoming month of May will mark the 2 year anniversary of Anansesem, the Caribbean ezine for and by children. When we launched Anansesem back in May 2010, we had some idea of the challenges that lay ahead. There is always an element of risk with any new venture, but we were confident that we could make Anansesem work. We thought (and still do) that this ezine had a chance because so many people saw the need for it. We were very modest about what we were trying to do and yet we had no idea where it could go. In that sense, we were like adventurers, hoping to discover new territory and strike gold. Now, we have six solid issues of the ezine behind us and we’re asking ourselves, “What’s next?”

The Internet is an amazing tool. Facebook and Twitter have been good to us. So far we’ve gained over 700 fans across both applications and our fans have been amazing. You (yes fans, we are talking to you) have helped us spread the word about Anansesem (and submission calls) and we’ve always app…

May 2012 Issue: Now Accepting Submissions

May 2012 Issue: Call for Submissions
Anansesem Caribbean children's ezine is now accepting submissions for our May 2012 issue. Adults, we are looking for poems, art, nonfiction articles and stories that Caribbean children will enjoy and relate to. Although Caribbean writers and artists are given first preference, you absolutely don't have to be from the Caribbean to submit your work, however submitting Caribbean-themed work will increase your chances of having your submission accepted.

Work by Caribbean/Caribbean Diaspora Kids

We are also looking for more work by kids ages 8-16. We're trying our best to make the ezine more child-centered. Writing, poems and art by children is what we're really after. Teachers and parents, give your kids the opportunity to see their work published online. It's up to us to foster children's creative development! Please follow the guidelines for submitting work by kids stated here our website. Although Caribbean child writers and a…

The Back Chat Blues

by Kenya Jacob, 13 yrs

Any Caribbean parent will tell you that "back chat" in a child indicates a character deficiency, which can apparently lead to the end of the world. Given the severity of the infraction, the common practice in my parents' generation would be to slap the living back chat out of the kid.

Back in the day, back chat could severely endanger one's physical well being. If a child with a mother of Caribbean heritage gave back chat, the aforementioned child could be regularly found picking their teeth up off the floor. Not only would this have provided an unsightly appearance in the child, it sometimes got the child's parents in serious trouble. Back chat is no laughing matter and I, for one, plan to follow my mother's advice and "leave dem thing whey yuh pick it up... real quick".

Today times are different, so when I did the unthinkable back chat crime by adding my own inappropriate statement to a instructive statement my mother made, …

Dancing with the Moon

by Tom Deiker

My friend the moon stops by at night,
She waits for me outside
And should a lonely cloud drop in
We play at peek-a-boo.

I love to dance around the yard,
My friend the moon does too
And when I run from house to tree
She always follows me.

I can even make her hide
Back behind our fence,
Or plop her right on top a tree
Just like a Christmas star.

For fun I sometimes set my moon
Up on our chimney top,
But when I give a great big wink
She always jumps right off.

No one else can make her dance,
Not even Mommy can;
Every time that Mommy tries
My moon just sits and grins.

Do you think that you can do it?
Well, go ahead and try!


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About the author...

Tom Deiker graduated from Louisiana State University with a Ph.D in Clinical Psychology. His articles, essays, short fiction and poetry have appeared in several dozen publications. Of his 85 plays, 35 have received 61 stagings by theatres in the United States. He has traveled to most of the Caribbean islands and read much of Caribbean …