Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné


The thing for me is, firstly, while I recognise the usefulness of full publication as a rubicon for determining real writers from aspiring ones, I do think there are many things that we can miss. For instance, over the last few years, some local anthologies have been published, representing the poetic output at national levels – Jubilation which celebrated 50 years of Jamaican independence.

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Mama River

This river is not my mother. My mother is the red knot in my eye My mother is this necklace of beads and bone My mother is lichen, moss and undergrowth My mother is salt, tide and undertow My mother …

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