“Papa Jumbie” by Joanne C. Hillhouse

Just as Steadroy finish mek up he bed under de Big Head, smadee call he name . . .

Spotlight on Commonwealth Writers

To celebrate the release of Pepperpot: Best New Stories from the Caribbean, we are thrilled to feature spotlights of a few of our Peekash Press collaborators throughout April. Today, we’re pleased to feature Commonwealth Writers.

“The Cat has Claws” by Joanne C. Hillhouse

“No, man, this heat ah try kill people!”

Goldine paused in her walk up the bumpy path to Pastor Williams’s house. She removed the straw hat keeping company with her soaking wet head kerchief; fanned with it, for all the good that did. She looked up the road to where the house stood alone, alabaster white against the green hills rolling away from it. The crotons, bougainvillea, pussy tail, and other foliage in the expansive yard looked limp . . .