FOREVER SOWETH WHERE IT BLOWETH

                                            

                              
                                “The fear of every strange outpost of the mind,
                                   every strange planet within the ambivalent
                                    orbit of self-discovery…”
                                               – Wilson Harris, Heartland (1964)


                          \ Once those passports leave the clutch

               stamps that date all in advise no back doubling;
              
bone reset . sprint blocks away from wind
               brand
combustion.

               Cities strain swimmers through cold catch holds;                   
               forest arts dark or inkling rarely fade. Clock in
               so Indigene ! no time for hammock camp talk,
               myth^treated enough.

                                                       ^

                                       \ Just one vagabond glance 
               at bouncing tail destables men on stilts; road
               performers One Way traits disguise | @stern
               short stuffers point ‘n’ flail.

               Land mas’ . never meant for skin soft play; nice
               place to plume fall free, you think ? join; try
              
to stay cassavie plant cut end of days quiet
              
about the Minister’s persistence : your keys
               meeting tomorrow.

                                                      

                                     \ Mothers to nothing we hug much    
               like divine child . on speed^paved ways knees
              
tumble scrape as if skyfallen | about which
              
who first laughed intervention ? what intervention.

               Manage the meteor shower, redress^like for stain
               or account hard to remove | wedded parts burn
              
stages fall away . All Stars Space Station
             
Jeez ‘n’ Ages ! flying pan update due.

                                                                      – W.W.

 

 

               

 

               YUH RAP SO (2.8)


               The interviewing Emigration-agent
               Amanda
(C, sharp, was already learning
              
That in Canada surnames are the last thing
              
You attach to a person, like a Label)
              
A Born-again-ish gal from the Bible Belt
              
(Which at the time C had only read about)
              
Might have then wondered Is this guy a Poet
              
Or something?  or just an Asthmatic or what?
              
Before she got it! :  the boy wanted to Get
              
The Hell Outa Hey! (one of her favourite
              
Calypsos of a bunch she had collected):

               What she had needed to get the Hell out of
               Was Alberta’s Slave Lake which she dearly loved,
              
Don’t get her wrong, she was planning to retire
              
Back there, free to choose her own Purgatory

                 (from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)

 

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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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