The great English poet Charles Kingsley (Water Babies) visited Trinidad in 1869 to spend Christmas with his friend and the governor in office, Sir Arthur H. Gordon. Story goes; during his stay he found his way down South in the village of La Brea where he interacted with some of the remaining Amerindian population and […]Read More Iere in Maracas Valley
“Either I’m nobody or I’m a nation.” The illustrious Derek Walcott owns those words which are my favourite ever written, because they embody my own experience succinctly. I often look to the descriptive genius of Caribbean writers to explain the strangeness of being from the islands and not fitting the typical island image. The West […]Read More Nobody or a Nation
“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” ~ F.S.F. I know I’ve written about this before, but i miss New York. I miss it like a dead loved one, i miss it […]Read More The Bridge
Leaving New York never easy, I saw the light fading out. I searched furiously for a quote to reflect how I was feeling in that moment. Sitting in my Astoria apartment surrounded by scattered vestiges of my city life. A life I was falling in love with but was now being evicted from. Never have […]Read More Leaving New York, never easy….