Mingling With Literary Stars: Poems, Drums and Sunshine

11:50am

Hello friends,

Last week’s poetry event dubbed “A Literary Lunch” was literally a meeting with the stars: wordsmiths, social commentators, creative vessels. All who came had one thing in common — a love for the spoken word.  It was a perfect day made even more special due to friends like the Vances who came along.

Meet Me at the Upcoming Poetry Event: “A Literary Lunch”

12:40pm (Fri)

Dear friends,

Guess who’ll be participating in another literary event! Next month — in a few days actually — I’ll be reading a few of my poems at “A Literary Lunch”.  This event is presented by Susumba’s Book Bag in association with the Kingston Book Festival. So mark it on your calendar and come on out to support the spoken word (and me of course)!

Life Since We Last Spoke: Event Recap and the Business

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5:30pm (Fri)

So after a long week I’ve finally gotten around to keeping my promise. So here’s a recap of the JCDC Short story reading event and a bit about my new business.

The day started off with some abdominal pain, the type that most women dread. Thankfully, I had DoTerra essential oils to ward off the pain and nausea. I shuffled out of bed minutes after 8am and slowly began getting ready while telling myself that nothing — not even debilitating cramps — would ruin my special day. So off I went, arriving at the St. James Parish Library one hour before the event would begin.

Thoughts on the Calabash Literary Festival

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
10:30am (Mon)

The Calabash Literary Festival went on as planned but I didn’t get to go. There were omens and mishaps and haunting dreams. I spent Saturday juggling the mundanity of weekends, shopping at the market, hands weighed down with fruit, meat, greens and bread. I cleaned the house, ironed church clothes while waiting, wondering if I’d made the right choice. Should I have overlooked the cobwebbed doubts that shadowed my mind? Should I have ignored the ill omens and taken a trip down to Treasure Beach, four-plus taxis away? Should I have made the ultimate sacrifice?

Stalking Writers and Other Conversations

5:30 pm (Fri)

I’m a stalker of writers, especially black female writers. One such writer is Chimamanda Adichie — a Nigerian with such power and depth I fell in love with her work.

The first time I met her was in 2009 during my first semester at the University of the West Indies. My lecturer, Professor Carolyn Cooper shared a TED talk by Chimamanda Adichie called “The Danger of a Single Story”.