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Job #1 – Lab Rat

Until I forced open my eyes, I had been carried though life dazed by the inherited well-established expectations of me, a son. As if...

Fast Forward to the Past

In the recap of my life as an almost vagrant, you see I’ve been settling into a routine. Its defining characteristic is doing whatever...

Sorry Trance / Blight

Sorry I missed last Friday. I’ve been busy working on short stories for publication with my editor. They don’t yet include House on the...

Green Middle Finger

At the mention that I am growing plants, the response will usually be, “Good for you! I don’t have a green thumb.” It’s a cop out! One of...

Selling Plants in a Government House Yard

Prelude So common-place this had become—standing up on a bus to speak to commuters—it had lost that triumphant feeling. I’d become too...

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Marijuana

Going through the LPs that had always been there, but on the margins of curiosity, I tried out different songs on my ears and would get...

One Hundred and Twenty Dollar Prostitute

I didn’t think I’d be particularly good at it…just felt right, going it alone, even without the omnipresent pimp as company, for its...

6 Signs of Toxic Parents

1. Extremely Negatively Reactive Toxic parents are emotionally immature. Minor issues are blown out of proportion and a determination to...

Outlaw by Nature and Nationality

“Barbados’ Constitution contains a ‘savings clause’, which protects laws inherited by the former British Empire from constitutional...

My Plant Life

What it is: armies of rice grasses filing up, down and sideways, lay floating reflections – thriving where others drown, marching where...

Back in Bim

Bim? Bim (not to be confused with: Bam Bim Used there as a chiefly onomatopoeic device) is the shortened form of ‘Bimshire’, one of the...

Barbadian LGBTQ+ Short Story II, Part I

This is one of my entries for Barbados’s NIFCA (National Independence Festival of Creative Arts) this year, (which would also to appear...

House on the Hill

A truck’s wheels have wiped away some weeds’ chances, losing track of a mohawk curving up and around. Levelling out, dung splatters in...

As a Weed in the Garden of my Life

Alarm Clock The morning arrived as they do…crowing. The night pauses, courteously giving way to the light, and the roosters are first to...

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