Saint Lucia

I want to imagine a bullock cart wending its way in early morning’s light, rolling along a dusty country road…

Mum made us wash our feet in pee. She called us from our room — just the siblings. We descended,…

 A New Kind of Rain is Falling from our Skies   A new kind of rain is falling from our…

At first, she tried to quiet her pained moans, but the thin sheets of plywood didn’t offer the dignity she…

for Andrew Joseph Philogene