Caribbean

I Believe in Fairies

I Believe in Fairies

By Jackie Leavitt How do you describe the indescribable? What’s the point, really? You know before you start that you will fail. And yet we still endeavor. We try to relate this wild, exquisite thing to other more common, relatable topics. Perhaps, we think, if […]

Why Don’t You Love Me?

Why Don’t You Love Me?

By Jackie Leavitt Solar deity, Why do you not turn your benevolent face upon mine, But rather prefer to scorch my skin, White in surrender, Now turned scarlet under your fury? Like King Midas, Your light touch turns Other glistening bodies golden, But mine, you […]

A Lobster Tradition

A Lobster Tradition

By Jackie Leavitt Logan swaggered from the crashing waves toward our small group standing on the beach edge of one of the Seven Brother islands off the Monte Cristi coast in the Dominican Republic. He clutched in one hand a long, yellow spear with three […]

A Sailor’s Insignificance

A Sailor’s Insignificance

By Jackie Leavitt Out on the deck, you can see the lumbering rollers gather their mass, swell up and ooze toward you, then under you, lifting the sailboat up in a side-to-side rock. If you were on a beach, you would be sure that they […]

The Guagua Life

The Guagua Life

By Jackie Leavitt The woman’s thigh cushions me as I rock slightly from side to side in the guagua bus, holding me in place like a reassuring hug. In the U.S., it would be a stranger’s slight invasion of personal space, but here, it’s comforting. […]

A Caribbean St. Patrick’s Day: Cabarete

A Caribbean St. Patrick’s Day: Cabarete

By Jackie Leavitt White wine will always remind me of Boston. Not the usual association, I know, but when I lived there in 2010, that’s when I actually started to drink it. Years before, I had begun enjoying wine on the darker side of the spectrum, with […]

The Chimera: Puerto Plata

The Chimera: Puerto Plata

By Jackie Leavitt There’s a relief from the stinging air that has been running to the back of my throat. The car and motorcycle exhaust that floats through Puerto Plata’s streets clears up as the wind whips it and my hair past my face on […]