The inaugural season of the Limacol Caribbean Premier League has just been completed and it might be appropriate at this time to reflect on what it means for the region. That the event was successful beyond the wildest expectations of even the most diehard local cricket groupie, is beyond dispute. But while the success might have been most visible in the massive crowds that thronged the venues at every one of the twenty-four games that comprised the tournament, it went beyond that particular boundary.
There was never any doubt as to the exciting nature of Caribbean cricket. Ever since we tore up the international scene from the 1960s, West Indian cricketers were loved throughout the world for their dashing “calypso” cricket. While some might have scoffed at their unorthodox methods, their exuberance captivated everyone. The shorter formats of the game, first the 50-over One-Day Internationals (ODIs) and then the Twenty/20 (T-20), were even more suited to their buccaneering style. Consequently, while their fortunes might have waned in the Test arena from the nineties, they were perfect for ODIs and T-20 fixtures. Continue reading →
The latest execution-style killing of Eccles resident and Biker Kirk Davis is baffling to local law enforcement officers who are still trying to ascertain the motive. This newscast understands that the man was involved in a confrontation with a Water Street businessman who accused him of having a relationship with his wife. Reports reaching this […]
In my Poetry Corner September 2013, I feature Part II of the three-part poem “When the Pain Stopped” by American poet, Angela Consolo Mankiewicz. Be forewarned. Angela has a way of getting under our skin. The images she conjures may be unsettling.
My Haiku poem “Did You Cry Out?” in memory of Trayvon Martin was inspired by a line in Angela’s poem. During the attack that ended his life, cries for help are audible in the background of the audio recording of the 9-1-1 call. The identity of the person yelling was never verified during his killer’s trial.
When I first read Angela’s chapbook, An Eye, published in 2006, I connected immediately with her poetry. In her long narrative poem, “Caiti,” she does not shy away from the raw, ugly emotions of a friend’s struggles with…
By de Gaulle’s ire, mere mounds of dust
Molded by coralstone and pyroclastic flows
But these lovely islands of the sun Indies
Should not be judged merely by what is seen
Though tiny objects rebuffing waves
Within and below they link great continents
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From north to south this natural chain extends
Creating a people’s bridge from centuries past
All shades traversed from the globe’s four points
Converging and merging their unique traits
Into vibrant new nations on the world stage
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Hibiscus, croton, oleander, bougainvillea
They gloriously reflect our people’s hues
With no shade superior, and none suborned
Colourful identity, that’s bolstered with pride
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Following in the Footsteps of Dr. Martin Luther King
By Hubert Williams
Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts — Finally, I have followed in the footsteps of one of America’s greatest patriots of modern times, the civil rights martyr Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, and have stayed at the imposing seafront residence where he was accommodated during visits to this celebrated vacation centre in the US northeast.
