Photography by Peter Dean Rickards

The pictures don’t say enough, there is blood splattered on the walls, there are holes through the windows and marrow on the floor, they are gruesome, but they are not enough. It is the smell that lingers, that which struck us most upon entering that house, that smell, like meat left […]

I was on the balcony of La Roose when an uninvited guest called Death arrived at the British Linkup Dance on Port Henderson road in Kingston.