“Papa Jumbie” by Joanne C. Hillhouse

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

“99 Obeah-men” by Karen Cavalli

I held a glass of champagne in my hand and stood alone under the dark night sky. . .

“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 . . .