The King and I
Indulge my political correctness, if you will, and call me a republican, although the two countries of which I am a citizen, Britain and...
Francis Morean: medicine man
Out of the glare and blast of a Trinidad afternoon in the eastern town of Arima, up a flight of painted concrete steps into the umbra of a...
Iwokrama: Guyana’s green gold
In the shade of the forest, out of the burning heat of the sun, toucans are yapping to each other as shrilly as puppies. Vitus Antone...
Saving the Sisserou
A mid the branches of the huge gommier trees, on the flanks of the sleeping Morne Diablotin volcano in Dominica, there is a flash of green;...
Requiem for the Monk Seal
The blood of the heavy animals stained the blue water around the open wooden boats. Grunting sailors, fearful of sharks, dragged the beasts...
Little Tobago: Counting the Birds of Paradise
There may or may not be a portrait of Queen Victoria looking down on the chaps at Britain’s Scientific Exploration Society, but the fact...
The Windward Side
A huge broken caterpillar of bales, boxes and bags twists along the wharf beside a red-hulled ship. Formidable ladies in bright clothes and...
