The Caribbean is not just a setting in my stories — it’s a character with soul, scars, and memory.
From the hum of evening insects to the scent of sea and sweat, the Caribbean landscape lives and breathes in every line I write. But beyond its beauty lies a layered history — of colonization, rebellion, music, and migration.
This blog is a love letter to the land that raised me, broke me, and remade me. I talk about how the environment influences dialogue, conflict, and identity in my work. When I write a village, I’m writing my grandmother’s hands. When I write the rain, I’m writing my own rage.
Place is never neutral — and the Caribbean, for me, is always alive.