Among other things, I write about political mayhem and exile, the limits of language, cultural identity, tradition and religion, sexual identity and feminism, family and domestic violence, divorce, bipolarity, PTSD, guilt, suicide, and so on. I also write […]
Yes, my memoir, A Sky the Color of Chaos (Beating Windward Press, 2015), is available for pre-order! The book chronicles my childhood during the turbulent rise and fall of Haiti’s President-Priest, Jean-Bertrand Aristide—a time of nightly […]
“M.J. Fievre’s powerful memoir A Sky The Color of Chaos is a vivid, lyric account of the perils of growing up in Haiti. It brings the headlines to the heart and leaves an indelible mark […]
Lominy Books was recently featured in the Miami Herald, in an article by Siobhan Morrissey titled “In South Florida, the power of small presses grows.” “By day, M.J. Fièvre works as a Creole interpreter in […]
Press Release FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: A Sky the Color of Chaos Humanizes the Headlines of Haiti’s Violent 1990s. Orlando, FL, September 12, 2015 – Beating Windward announces the publication of the memoir, A Sky the […]
M.J. Fievre’s memoir, A Sky the Color of Chaos (Beating Windward, 2015) will be featured at the Miami Book Fair International. The book chronicles M.J.’s childhood during the turbulent rise and fall of Haiti’s President-Priest, […]
Yesterday, I was a guest on the Only in Miami Show, hosted by Grant Stern every Monday night, from 7 to 9pm, on 880am The Biz in the South Florida Market and on iTunes, Soundcloud, Stitcher, Tune-in Radio […]
It’s Miami Book Fair season! On Sunday, November 15, at the Miami Book Fair International, poets Jan Becker, Leenie Moore, and M.J. Fievre will create on-demand verses for passers-by on manual typewriters. The project is […]
On Wednesday, I discussed the release of my memoir, A Sky the Color of Chaos, on The Marc Bernier Show. The show airs weekdays from 3-6 p.m. on 93.5FM/1150AM WNDB Daytona Beach, Florida. A recording of […]
Down from the mountains men come, each with a rooster tucked under the arm, fighting cocks, some small and feisty, some huge enough to knock out with one blow. Their women follow, huge breasted many […]
The artist in her own words: I was born in Lithia Springs, a suburb of Atlanta, GA and spent most of my childhood in various cities in the north and southeast. I attended a magnet […]
Every day, every hour, every minute, every second The stomachs growled with hunger… The stomachs moaned in yearning… The stomachs growled with anger… The anger Frustration The hunger Rumbled beneath the earth Earthquake Earth sake […]
My grandmother taught me Kreyòl. You must know where you come from, so you understand where you’re going, she said. Kreyòl: an open door to the culture of my ancestors. Once a year, my grandmother […]
she fled from mahogany-hued skin dark velvet in winter and through spring summer skin, coated like black beans. she cried under her bed comforted by the cold of the linoleum the children on People Street […]