Menampilkan postingan dari Mei, 2019

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!

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 …

Mangoes, Mangoes

by Indira Sammy

Mango season was upon us and mango trees everywhere were laden with sweet, rosy, delicious mangoes. The envy of the neighbourhood was old Mr. Peter. He had a huge starch mango tree in his yard. Every mango lover would agree that starch mango was the best.

Mr. Peter hardly ever shared his mangoes. Every day he would fill a bag of tasty, ripe, starch mangoes and take it down to the market and sell it. This seemed to bother every little boy and girl on the street.

Mum did not seem fazed by it at all; she said it was his livelihood. He sold the fruits and vegetables which he grew to earn money to support himself. I still felt he needed a better reason than that not to share. I lived one house away from Mr. Peter and night after night I would hear those juicy starch mangoes falling braps, braps, hitting Mr. Peter’s roof. It was torment, a form of torture. Why did Mr. Peter own the only starch mango tree in the neighbourhood? Why?

“Sonny Boy, you looking like you have some…

The Gourd Artist

by Ella Kennen

For as long as the boy could remember, he had heard about his ancestors creating cups, bowls, masks, and musical instruments out of gourds. His whole life he had seen his father decorate the hard-shelled fruits. And he longed to be a gourd artist himself, but every time he had declared this wish, his father had said that he was yet not ready.

That night, the boy had a dream. A dark thread lay on the horizon. As he reached for it, the thread began to unravel. It grew and grew until it blanketed the sky. It became the night itself, with the moon and stars and wisps of clouds. The boy reached up and drew the night sky to him until it lay cupped in his hands.

After he woke, slivers of the dream world lingered over him. The boy lay for a moment, puzzling. A dream like that was no mere dream. Then he remembered his father’s words. “Training always starts with a sign.” The boy stared at his hands. Surely, fingers powerful enough to draw in the sky could work with a simple gour…

[Meet the Author] Jamaican Illustration Student Takes Innovative Approach to Publishing: Interview with Peta-Ann Smit

Jamaican illustration student Peta-Ann Smith talks to Summer Edward about her prospective children's book, Charlene's Quest (working title) and her unique crowd-sourcing approach to funding her children's book project.

Peta-Ann Smith is a Jamaican illustration student, currently in her final year at Edna Manley College School of Visual Arts. She is the founder of theillustration studio, Langi Lala Studios. She is currently running an online fundraising campaign to cover the costs of producing her children's book. 

With just 20 days of the campaign left, Smith spoke to Summer Edward about her vision for her book and her innovative project.

Summer Edward:So tell us a little about yourself. What makes Peta-Ann Smith interesting?

Peta-Ann Smith: Since early childhood, I've loved reading, drawing, and Saturday morning cartoons, and I've always been creative in some way or form throughout the years. Langi Lala Studios, my illustration studio, was christened during a lu…