“Memory is a river. Memory is a pebble at the bottom of the river, slippery with the moss of our living hours. Memory is a tributary, a brackish stream returning to the oceam that dreamt it. Memory is the sea. Memory is the house on the sand with a red door I have stepped through, trying to remember the history of the waves.” PoetMemoryJamaicaCaribbean LiteratureHow To Say BabylonSafiya Sinclair Book:How To Say Babylon: A Jamaican Memoir Source: How To Say Babylon: A Jamaican Memoir
“When I was a girl, my mother had taught me to read the waves of her seaside as closely as a poem. There was nothing broken that the sea couldn’t fix, she always said.” PoetryMotherhoodMemoirJamaicaCaribbean LiteratureHow To Say BabylonSafiya Sinclair Book:How to Say Babylon Source: How to Say Babylon