Janet L.Harvey, Author at Jamaicans.com

Cock of the Hill

It was a deadly hot day in August;you’d think a chick looking that goodwould stay in her...

Packaged and stored in the a corner of my mind is yesterday, “what was”.My most...

Jamaica from distant shores I can hear youBawling…. so loud snow fell in summerYour wailing...

For a week or two we’ll fall in love againI will bathe in your richesMake passionate love to...

Just send me back to Dunn’s river fallswhere the suns boils its raging blunderocean of blue lay...

I grew up poor,-bare feet, hole in my school uniform poorcallaloo and yellow yam fa’ dinner...

The daring flight for a better life, to a land unknown, except for rumours of betterment “milk’ and...

The emptiness like parasites eating at my being, as I glide through the dark grey slush beneath my...