Friday, December 11, 2009


by Richard Rawlins

The tyres on the vehicle bumpity bumped their way upon the grooved in roadway of the state funded circumvented enclosures of political prosperity and working class despise. Here upon this hilltop in a rejuvenated Paramin of almost Ramon Navarroesque yesteryear except for the hidden trap guns of ganja farmers, agricultural wooden toolsheds and crocus bag scarecrows, I saw her.

Friday, November 13, 2009

What we playing at?

Welcome to Masqureader, a literary blog devoted to giving a space for new and innovative writers in Trinidad and Tobago.

Each week we will publish work by young contemporary artists,  featuring both fiction and non fiction writing  and ...really just about anything  else we think is cool,  new and different.

First up we have work by Tracy Hutchings, Nicole Clarke and Rodell Warner.


Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Blank Canvas

by Tracy Hutchings
in the beginning
there was a stark white canvas nah
and it was real lame
lame no ass

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Jake Don't Learn

by Rodell Warner 
Jesus wanted me to know i shoulda been happy with my hands so he let the skin on my middle finger get pulled in the conveyor belt in the factory where i work and crushed and then sorta alright for a while but then they had to cut it off.


by Nicole Clarke
So there's this old dude, right. And... his eyes are dim, he cannot see, he has not brought his specs with... He? Was supposed to
work, at least, if you were a Girl Guide, but. Anyways