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March 29, 2019

It was the last few days of autumn when you could still feel a fading summer breeze and the gentle embrace of the sun, not warm enough as you’d like it to be but still quite comforting. The nights were slowly getting colder and people were already wearing overcoats as...

October 16, 2018

On 15 October 1968, Jamaican Prime Minister Hugh Shearer, declared Walter Rodney persona non grata. Banning him from returning to Jamaica, where he taught at the University of the West Indies, Mona Campus led to protests by students and the working class peoples of Wes...

August 8, 2018

I See myself in you

Torso.

I want to let you run through bougainvillea

And chirp to the song of crickets

To climb the guava tree and curl your toes

Into dusty red earth as soldier ants convoy past

And butterflies dart in the heady humid air

Of spectacular yellow Coctu, pur...

June 22, 2018

Windrush arrival day June 22nd. Tribute to Sam King dubbed the 'father of the windrush' generation. Sam King was aboard the Empire Windrush when it landed at Tilbury Docks in 1948, along with others from across the Caribbean.

March 5, 2018

*The Japanese believe that lovers are united by a red string. They call it “Akai Ito,” hence the title of this short story by Scott Ting-A-Kee. With its play on gender and sexuality, this mythic dreamy tale of love is the second in our series of prose fiction by aspiri...

February 9, 2018

​​Assault Rifle


"Pig ask e mumah wha mek e mouth suh lang

She seh pickney, when yuh come yuh gon know

Me ask me daddie how come he stan suh strong

He seh son, when yuh get big yuh gon grow"


Slowly he exposed the object

wagged it for some to see

my mouth dropped

someone gas...

January 20, 2018

A lovely mid-morning sun

cascades into my room

Little squares of light

rise and refract

A glimmer remains

a tiny circle of orange

gliding in the secret chamber

Three birds criss cross

electric cables

untempted to perch

A line of luminosity

is constant amidst

The swell of grey clou...

The novel, Elijah, by Michelle Yaa Asantewa is a literary examination of the additional struggles that Afro-Guyanese migrants like Eli Lovelace face when they are coming of age in a postmodernist multicultural metropolis. The novel does not fully confirm to the convent...

March 7, 2017

Elijah by Michelle Yaa Asantewa is one of the newest additions to the repertoire of
Guyanese literature. Her treatment of social issues such as gangs, violence, delinquency,
organized crime, narcotics, drug addiction and the desire for a sense of belonging that plagues...

November 28, 2016

Reprinted from Stabroek News (Review published Sunday 27th November 2016)

This week we present a book review. The novel Something Buried in the Yard by Michelle Asantewa is reviewed by Romona Bennett. This work is by a Guyanese author resident in the United Kingdom who...

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