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Jamaica Gleaner Arts &Leisure
published: Sunday | December 23, 2007

Jamaica's jewel
THE TERM master jeweller is often used loosely, but not with the case of Garth Sanguinetti. He is one of Jamaica's master jewellers, and for some persons, the Caribbean's best. But, for too long, the superb talent of Sanguinetti has gone unnoticed.

Joan Andrea Hutchinson expresses 'Inna Mi Heart'

When Joan Andrea Hutchinson presented her latest poetry book, Inna Mi Heart: Jamaican Love Poetry, on Tuesday evening, she made it clear that it was meant to express feelings that could otherwise remain unsaid.

The Wordsmith - A forum for examining the language of speech and writing

What's in a word - raring, reining

Literary arts - Waiting for Sam

Somewhere in America, dirty red brick piles on dirty red brick to claw at a metallic, summer-evening sky. People bustle, antlike, in and out of doorways; women with bags, men with long arms. A basketball thuds; a boy tips his bicycle back on to one wheel and grins; taut bellies, short shorts, confident behinds jiggle by, then jiggle back.

Obeah (Part II)

That Saturday morning, after Aunt Sadika had put her black shoes on, an African man came to visit her. He was tall, smartly dressed in a white shirt and black trousers with seams appearing sharp enough to slice one's fingers. His shoes shone like a policeman's, and he didn't appear sick or troubled to me at all. Waiting on him outside was a black car. It didn't look like any ordinary car.





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