Shivanee Ramlochan is not someone you lapse with; her conscience is an immaculate thing, and in her poetry, which isn’t easy to grasp on first reading, her use of language is something to behold, because what she does with it shows that her inventing of the poetic line comes from a place of soaring conscience, a place that’s been challenged in ways – by this too-often brutal and immoral island – that force you and seduce you into reading her work reverently. Ramlochan, like all real poets, makes religion unnecessary.

Keith Jardim