Yes In our uniforms, blue dress and white blouse, we climbed the school wall under the poinciana tree, until we could see inside the station grounds. I wasn’t sure what we were looking for. I had imagined we were going to tease the prisoners again whose long sorrowful faces stared out from behind their steel…

        The Birdman   He knew he wasn’t like the parakeets in the guinep tree or the egrets in the mangrove or like the bridge where the river dirtied the sea, at breakwater. He knew how to stay on the ground. His rum cup in one hand, the other pressed over his lips,…