“Adela, My Mother and the Young Lizard Catcher” by Kristen Petry
Adela sits at her desk in the Kingston parliament building, which looks like a Moorish palace. . .
Adela sits at her desk in the Kingston parliament building, which looks like a Moorish palace. . .
Just as Steadroy finish mek up he bed under de Big Head, smadee call he name . . .
Miss Meela wailed underneath her broad-brimmed hat as the pallbearers lowered the casket, carrying her young kin.
Tina knew she shouldn’t have gone to that party with Robert . . .
I gave you my own name, and we shared it for fourteen days . . .
The Mayfair was over, the lights turned off, the bran tub emptied, the decorations taken down and locked in cupboards safely. The bouncy castle stood still, awaiting the workmen who would remove it tomorrow. The gates to the schoolyard were shut, and the sentry assumed duty. No one saw the boy in black . . .
My son saw women peel their skin from their bones and burn their bodies out like cane fire before bed . . .
Kwapo can’t remember the words to the song, but it doesn’t matter. These days the show is strictly burlesque . . .