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A & B Writings in Journals, Showcases, and Contests (U – Z)

This page has grown fairly quickly, so I’m breaking it up in to two pages.For A – G, go here, H – N, go here, for O – T, go here, and for books, go here.This is exclusively for creative pieces by Antiguans and Barbudans accepted to established literary journals, festivals (and other notable literary platforms), and contests (not pieces posted only to personal blogs) as I discover (and in some cases, re-discover) them. Primarily, the focus is on pieces accessible online (i.e. linkable) because those are easiest to find; but it is not limited to these. It is intended as a record of our publications and presentation of creative works beyond sole authored books. Naturally, I’ll miss some things. You can recommend (in fact, I welcome your recommendations), but, as with all areas of the site, additions/subtractions are at the discretion of the admin.

WALKER-JACOBS, LATISHA – Market Day (fiction, 2011 award winning Wadadli Pen story) – Anansesem (Wadadli Pen special issue) – 2011

WALTER, SELVYN – (non-fiction) Excerpt from the chapter ‘Ole Time’ Christmas and Antiguan Characters in his book Bank Alley Tales – in Carnival is All We know: an Anthology Celebrating 50 Years of Antigua’s Carnival and the Creativity of Our Writers & Artists (edited by Joanne C. Hillhouse and published as a supplement in the Daily Observer) – 2007

WILLIAMS (NOW WHYTE), FLOREEYohan! – published in Anansesem – 2010

WILLIAMS (NOW WHYTE), FLOREE – The Pulse (non-fiction) – in Carnival is All We know: an Anthology Celebrating 50 Years of Antigua’s Carnival and the Creativity of Our Writers & Artists (edited by Joanne C. Hillhouse and published as a supplement in the Daily Observer) – 2007

WILLIAMS, ZION EBONYThe Night I went to Cricket (fiction – 2012 finalist in the Wadadli Pen Challenge) – Tongues of the Ocean (special issue – Artists and Writers of Antigua and Barbuda edited by Joanne C. Hillhouse) – 2014

WILLIAMS-KING, AMBERLike the Sea rushing in (non-fiction) – in intersectantigua.com – 2020

WILLIAMS, RHONDA (AKA INDIRA WILLS)Good Hair, The Universe in Her Eyes, Untethered (visual art) – in intersectantigua.com – 2020

WILLUMIn Chrysalis (non-fiction) – in intersectantigua.com- 2020

WILLUMHe is Like Him, I am Proud, and Ouroboros (poetry) – in intersectantigua.com – 2020

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Sitting up and chatting the night before, my twin and I couldn’t wait for morning; we were too excited about going to the market with Mama.

As dawn broke, we were ready for market day.  Mama called each neighbour as we walked from the house down Baldwin Street saying, “Good morning, wa a do?”  We called, Ms. Spence; Ms.  Gladis;  Ms. Nancy and Ms. Jane;  Ms. Peters and Ms. Angela, too, saying, “Good morning, wa a do?”

Mama talked with each neighbour for what seemed like forever and we thought she would never take us to the market.

Finally, we passed Ryan’s Plumbing, chatting, giggling happily and whispering to ourselves,” Mama can chat see!”  The walk was brief and Market Street soon appeared. The farmers and vendors were sitting on the pavement and parked along the side walk selling their goods.

Mama said, “Look Uncle Kenneth by the big Iron Gate.”  The Iron Gate was like a merry go round. Instantly we started playing, round- and- round we go until Mama called us.  Uncle Kenneth had a little white jeep stacked neatly with vegetables piled sky high with pawpaw, carrots, cabbage, butternuts and sweet potatoes with a big red scale nearby.   We moved closer to the jeep, and could see his wide grin; smiling, we hoped he had some goodies for us.

As we walked through the market we saw many colours, shades of green and yellow, blue, orange, red, brown and grey, piles and Old Road, while collecting her weekly supply of sweet potatoes. Mama said “Aunt Missy, them two yah for Margaret,” and she instantly came to inspect us.  “Eh, eh, look how them big no!  come tek some mango fu eat,” she said.

submission by S A Dixon to the visual arts category of the Wadadli Pen 2011 Challenge.

Our eyes were bright as she gave us two handfuls of kidney mangos and we couldn’t wait to eat them.

Mama then took us to buy cassie, okras, spinach, yams, and green figs; she got us stinking toes, custard apples and two heaps of cherries. We crossed the street to the fish market and Mama showed us snappers, sting rays, sharks, doctor fish, and baskets of crabs and lobsters. The crabs were crawling in the basket and although Mama made sure to tell to tell us not to touch them, we moved our hands closer and Mama was just in time to pull us back before we pushed our wiggling fingers in. We both laughed.

Mama left us with Uncle Kenneth, to finish her shopping. We watched as he sold provisions placing each rusty weight on the big red scale. One customer asked for two pounds of carrots, and uncle placed them on the scale saying; “Me go throw on two mo fu you, arh right.”   We stayed with Uncle Kenneth until noon and he took us for snacks by Mama Tiny, she sold by Cammy’s clothing store.

Her big shiny silver pot was steaming with hot rice pudding, head skin and maw. We got tamarind balls and coconut snow cones topped with sweet milk from the corner shop. With food in hand, we skipped to a nearby block to sit and eat, yummy!

Mama soon returned and Uncle Kenneth helped put the big brown paper bag on her head, like a crown it fit perfectly.  We waved
goodbye to Uncle Kenneth and as we walked home across East Street we talked about all the things we saw on our visit to market.


Market Day, awarded third place in the 18 to 35 age category of the 2011 Wadadli Pen Challenge, was written by Latisha Jacobs. Jacobs, who spent most of her childhood in Ottos New Town living in an extended family, says she loves to write poetry and is very
passionate about literature.  She aspires to publish her poetry series Mouth Open Tory Jump Out.  She is an employee of the Antigua and Barbuda Port Authority.

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