TIME NO KIND WARPS

                                                                                         
                                                            "They used to catch fish out the river
                                                            
and eat the flesh and put the bones
                                                             back. They used to say, “Go back
                                                             and be fish again.”
                                                           
– Ernest J. Gaines, "…Miss Jane Pitman"
                                                                   

          
      Most everyone sighed, I know how difficult this must
      be, or cried What just happened? You hear that
      a lot if you watch old movies (search pre 2001 AD).
      Alexa was a consiglierie hive connector, like an inner
      voice prompt from beyond. Spools skin tight first, then
      memory improve sticks, wires everywhere losing ground
      to king Pins. Wish I could hang alongside as you float
      through constellated air : thread too early . formed well
      knowing your fail proof circuitry would come. Hard
      to imagine new devices read . reject wall breachers,
      fur pods for #me you?  break through. Domains by
      now have home lands reconfigured . found purpose
      for Gold rules God speed I always knew something
      was out there . d'Avignon nudity eye lines.

                                                             – W.W.

 

        

     

 

         

        MARA

        *IN UP-FRONT preto São Paolo, where Mara
        Was essa mulata rosa, she was jeered
        For claiming that the ghost of the ownership
      Of ones body and mind by cowards with guns, whips and
        Policing limiting labels, will never
        Be exorcised out of the blood of either
        Slaves no longer slaves or their undead masters ‒

        This in her hybrid of Latin tongues sputtered
        At arrivistes and aspirants still climbing
        Out of the favela into the fel
      Or ‘indigestão’ (as many called the Sistema
        Financeiro de Habitação’s crédito)
        By working at their studies and service-jobs
        Like slaves avid for field-to-house promotion.

        Joshing Mara’s confusão inglesa, some
        Claimed conquerors Portuguese had not seized or
        Ruled the same clannish way bullies English had,
      And gave her more proof of their liberdade to smoke
        In silence ‒ which she herself broke when she-one
        Fell to the floor in a sharp fit of dança
        De transe that shocked no body but her own.

      (from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan, 2018)

 

   

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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