THE TIME WAS the summer of 1991.  Kamau said to me, “Where are those Guanahani poems?” The place was the English Department of the University of Miami.  Kamau was the Poetry Director for the Caribbean Writers Summer Institute.  

I was one of several persons attending the Institute and definitely one of the beginner writers in a workshop of established and published writers such as Zee Edgell, Velma Pollard, Michael Anthony, Robert Antoni, to name a few.  I was extraordinarily nervous and lacking in confidence in this setting.