The fishmonger’s wife

Because I am a fishmonger’s wife
you thought you could visit me at night,
unaware
.
on summer mornings
I smell of conches, their smooth
white glide and sound of sea.

Island Girl Discusses Methods of Removing Blood from Cotton

First thing, just pray it white, cause white could clean.
Them other colour-dem too bright and fast,
like Maisie-down-the-road-dem eldest child,
who walk around with switch in her behind.
They need to put switch on it, make her mind—
but where I was? Yeah, just make sure it white.
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About Us


tongues of the ocean is an online literary journal of Bahamian, Caribbean and related poetry. We publish three times a year - in February, June, and October.

Affiliated with the Bahamas International Literary Festival.

Editor-in-chief: Nicolette Bethel
Spoken Word: Nadine Thomas-Brown
Prose: Sonia Farmer

ISSN 2074-1901


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