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Read “Father, Father,” Garfield Ellis’s story from Pepperpot: Best New Stories from the Caribbean
To celebrate the release of his new novel The Angels’ Share, today we’re pleased to feature author Garfield Ellis’s story from Pepperpot: Best New Stories from the Caribbean.
“Careful what you wish for” by Barbara Jenkins
Hark!
When the First People found her sparse remains, Karinya’s body had already entered the Eternal Circle of Life, her spirit as free as the corbeaux circling overhead.
Wait. It’s chilly here. Let me get more comfortable . . .
“Ilyeana” by Sharon Millar
When the young soucouyant first realised there was a baby growing in her, she held the thought in her head tightly, boxing it in the same way you might wrap a pastelle: fold one side over and seal before folding the other side . . .
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.
Spotlight on Peepal Tree Press
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 our Peekash Press partners, Peepal Tree Press.
Spotlight on CaribLit
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, beginning today with CaribLit.
“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 . . .