Jamaica, 1996 The storm’s first bullets pit the sand this side of the wrinkling wave-line; the island, as I remember it, drums in rain, a barefoot beach guard hurrying beneath a sheet of corrugated tin, or the light that followed, a blus [...]
Jamaica, 1996 The storm’s first bullets pit the sand this side of the wrinkling wave-line; the island, as I remember it, drums in rain, a barefoot beach guard hurrying beneath a sheet of corrugated tin, or the light that followed, a blus [...]
