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A young Caribbean writer shares his tales of magcal realism, folklore, love and travels via prose and poetry. 

​Silent whistles alerted me,
That your presence deserted me.
I hear screams past these midnight dreams,
Where no light beams,You up
Like star wars.
There are no floors, doors bolted shut.

Excerpt from Hoop Dreams

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