Between the Lips of the Waterfall
“She stands before the door. Feeling the tremor. Goes forward to the lock with fingertips trembling. Searching. Naked. Vulnerable in this corridor of wall, greyed like the lips of a waterfall.”
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Wellness & Healing Justice
Dr. Alvis discussed the violence of colonialism and heteronormativity on our bodies as well as surviving “otherwise” as Queeribbean people.
Call for Submissions
This is a crucial period in which Caribbean feminist adherents, emboldened by and spirited with a decolonizing, Queeribbean sensibility, must rise to meet this moment.
A Liberation Delayed
“Black working people did not consistently subvert the control of colonial elites, as becoming free embedded them even more deeply in the structures of colonial domination.”
The Transnational Politics of June Jordan
“June Jordan was uninterested in poetry and writing as a form of escapism; she was using it as a specific political tool — exemplified in ‘Poem about My Rights.’”
Intersectionality in Transnational Contexts
"To treat intersectionality as an account of identity is to shear the framework of its radical potential and make it easily co-optable for neoliberal aims.”
Caribbean Feminist Possibilities
What are the radical possibilities of Caribbean feminisms? Do Caribbean feminisms confront their historical exclusions?
Old Testaments
“When I agreed to testify against that man, I did it because Isaiah wanted me to. Because I needed to. Because a little distance lulls you into a false sense of security. Because the silent empty well I’d been falling down for years finally allowed me to scream.”
Visions of Kalinago and Garifuna in Peggy Carr’s ‘Shape of a Warrior’: A Review
“…the lives, practices, language, and beliefs of the Kalinago as well as the Garifuna cannot be relegated to relics of history.”
Salt
“She rose, a surging shadow, glowering. The rust-coloured tinge unfurling across the horizon signalled the disappearing sun. Damian didn’t know what shocked him more, the inordinate eclipse of her presence or the sudden rage of the sea.”