In honour of our fifty-eighth Independence anniversary, I visited Woodford Square, aka The People’s University, where seeds of Trinidad and Tobago’s Independence grew. But instead of feeling pride, I felt shame. Twenty tree stumps, envoys of once stately trees, left to rot without  love or dignity illuminated Marcus Garvey’s words: …

Opposite West Mall, on the Western Main Road, a mysterious derelict colonial building—rumoured to have been a church—stood like a prehistoric dinosaur skeleton peeking out from hectares of bush. As a child, when adults said bush they always conveyed the idea of something unwanted and to be cut down so …

The following poem was submitted to Wired868 by Serina A Hearn: Mahogany hardwood floors, so polished you could see your face, white silk-damask adorned hand-carved settees and winged- backed chairs stage the conference on the fate of soil sustainability, while Chopin entertains the closed windows, with a view over the …

“[…] Through a friend I was able to find out that Paraquat is in fact on the radar of three ministries: Health, Agriculture, and Local Government, because of its danger to the environment and also as a method for suicide. “[…] The residential Cocorite coastal area where the spraying is …